The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin Chapter 20

Her Father

ROYCE.

It’s two days later and the day the Lycan King himself is coming to the school. I’m sitting in my office mulling over yesterday’s session.

Training with Skyla has been a little easier. Starting with her warming up without complaining.

She’s been quieter too, and I wonder what is on her mind… but again; I have to remember there is a boundary I need to keep in place.

I have my own questions that I wish I had answers to… irrelevant to her training.

Does she ever think of Reign?

She seems to be doing fine, and doesn’t seem to be worried about anything… but I know that the truth is she’s got a lot more going on than she pretends to have and although I know some of her issues, I want her to tell me, as Royce. To trust me as she did Reign…

She has a lot of emotions that she just doesn’t seem to be able to get control of. I don’t exactly know what she is, but I know she’s not a werewolf, or not fully.

She just… the two training sessions I have had with her… There’s definitely something there that is not mentioned in her files, or the king simply doesn’t want anyone to know. Either way, there’s more to her.

Much like us, the Rossis are powerful, and it only makes sense they keep their true powers on the down low, just like Dante Rossi, who is extremely powerful. Delsanra Diana Rossi, the mate of Rayhan Rossi, is a hybrid demon witch. 4

There are others, like the Deimos prince, and many things they’ll keep quiet, but I don’t fault them on that. Knowledge is power, and for others to attain that information… can be dangerous.

door of my office makes me look up, and I

hadn’t ever seen him before I would know who this He’s muscular and tall, with tan skin, oozing power and dominance. He’s wearing black pants, a white button down and a suit jacket. Salt and pepper hair is brushed back with short back and sides and he has a small beard that is neatly groomed. He wears a dagger earring which hangs in one ear that glints when the weak sunlight from outside hits it. Tattoos cover his neck and, from what you can see from the buttons left open of his shirt, over his chest. They cover his hands, where he’s also wearing a few rings, loosely holding a cigarette between two

king himself – Alejandro

wolf’s restlessness, urging me to show my own aura, but I

I say, extending

smirk crosses his face, and his dark eyes which look almost

outstretched hand, and takes a drag on his cigarette at the

exchange a firm shake before I step back,

“Please take a seat.”

to impress, I’m in a white button, grey jeans, a belt and trainers. My hair is open and

the desk when the king is here, is deemed respectful… So

demanding respect. And

quirks the corner of his lips before he takes another drag on his cigarette. “I got to

me, but I do hope you weren’t expecting me in ruffles and silk.” I reply lightly, considering he called me

have been, so you’re Royce.” He’s scrutinising me again, and I

any questions ask away,” I say

out a couple months back, you answered your old man’s phone.” He states and I

like it’s not only Dad who’s not going to

to discuss it,

of the older years trainer and I was pushing for something that seemed pretty impossible by wanting

no idea…

the question he just asked me and frown slightly. I know why I wanted it… to get away from Dad… but I genuinely liked the sound of trying

change of pace might be ideal.” I