The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

Chapter 24

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.

some music and sets the volume low loud enough so we can hear it,

I like this song.

him, seeing the sweat that coats his body, the blood tainting the air… I have just cut him open, and he’s completely

you spar to win? Do you aim

crossing my arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and just fight.

mirroring my stance as he tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The aim isn’t to

not try to consider sparring

dance?” I question,

martial artists compete? A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth

as he circles

know that in a real battle, it’s the survival and rage that fuels one… but in many cases, you need to think with your mind, act with control… Just once, I want you to treat this as a dance.” He says,

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

dance of

had been right. The one who fought with

and looking into his eyes. I remember saying to Reign that I wanted to spar

can’t help but smile, missing our light flirting… I look at

feel the heat of his body behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod

enjoy it, counter, assess, and act… but remember this is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side of my face before he

my hair back as

match; the aim is not to win; I

focus on his moves. The aim is

as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself, ducking as I free myself and try to swipe

jumps back and I lunge forward, aiming a punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to grip my wrist and flip me over his shoulders and into

those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or arrogance in

for fun…

before I spin as fast as I can, hooking my leg around his and

as

tease, as I

counters, swiping my legs

stumbling, but he manages to grab my ankle and yanks me back. I turn, and he grunts

He adds, grabbing my thighs with his large

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