The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin Chapter 24

A Dance

SKYLA.

Night has fallen, and I am getting dressed for dinner with Dad, Kat, and Royce. I don’t know why Dad invited him, but it makes me wonder if he ended up hearing us in the

office earlier. I hadn’t heard his footsteps; I had been far too distracted… plus his hearing is better than mine… but there’s a high chance he didn’t hear.


I sigh as I pull on a fresh pair of panties, my mind returning to our earlier training session. I had ended up hurting him again in the first half of the session.

Why do I always lose it?

He wants me to calm myself when I begin to get riled up… and today he hadn’t defended himself, in hopes I’d be able to stop myself, but I didn’t I couldn’t.

He had had to step back at the last moment, and if he hadn’t, I would have scarred that sexy body of his permanently.

Great…

I put on some earrings, unable to stop myself from thinking about the second half of our session. The guilt and panic had almost made me tell him my truth and my heart skips a beat as the memory replays in my mind…

(FLASHBACK – TRAINING EARLIER)

“I… I should go. This is a mistake. You can’t help me. I’m just going to hurt you. I say, turning away, but I don’t get far, only for him to spin me around.

“It’s fine, relax. I’m fine. You’re doing great.” He says calmly.

Is he for real? I’m fucking messing it all up!

“Am I?” I scoff in disbelief. “You’re delusional, or plain stupid.”

“Tell me Skyla, do you spar to win?” Royce says as he lets go of me and picks up his phone.

I ask, as he switches on some music and sets the volume low loud enough so we can hear

I like this song.

blood tainting the air…

win? Do

a brow, crossing my arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and

tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The

try to consider sparring

dance?” I question,

A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you can see the art that it

kill and fight to protect, not for fun.” I counter, as he circles “We do… but it is also an art,

know that in a real battle, it’s the survival and rage that fuels one… but in many cases, you need to think with

the Alpha Gen X games back when we first got talking in that chat room. Debating over

dance of art.

one who fought with skill

I wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as

but smile, missing our light flirting… I look at Royce

me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and his

remember this is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side

tossing my hair back as I

is not to win; I have to remember that

on his moves.

my fist in his hand, twisting my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself, ducking as

lunge forward, aiming a punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to grip my

eyes.

fun… He isn’t mocking

elbowing him in his stomach, before I spin as fast as I can, hooking my leg around his and pulling it

He curses as

tease, as

so are you!” He counters, swiping my legs from under me, as he hits

and yanks me back. I turn, and he

forgot how strong you are.” He adds, grabbing my

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