The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin Chapter 31. A Rossi to the Core

SKYLA.

The morning has passed by damn slowly. I’ve been itching to get my hands on Aleric, and my anger has begun bubbling again.

Royce’s words from last night are replaying again and again and it’s only getting to me.

I don’t even know how I’m going to face him later for training… I might bail for today. I don’t think I can handle being in his proximity…

I zoomed through the first three lessons without even bothering to play up or waste time. Lost in thought as I get the work done with ease. The quicker I’m done, the better.

The moment the bell rings, I grab my books, and my tote bag that Malevolent has been curled in all day and rush from the room before anyone else even rises from their seat.

Now to find that dick.

“Skyla!”

I stop mid-step, spotting none other than Ahren, my nephew? I pause for a moment, second-guessing that. 11

I swear this family is so damn big and tied from every damn angle that I forgot who is banging who and who created what demon’s spawn. But he’s definitely my nephew… he’s Rayhan’s son. Yes. Cousin’s son. 6

“Yo, what ya want?” I say, plonking my

hand on top of his curls. Damn, when did he get so big?

“I have something for you.” He says,

stepping away from my hand.

Is it a coincidence that he has something for me today?

I narrow my eyes, watching him

suspiciously.

“Unless it’s the souls of children or the

hearts of babies, I don’t want it.” I say. He smiles slightly, his eyes glinting.

“I’m afraid no matter how delicious those

might be, I come with something else.” I smirk. I would give him a good tackle, but I

have all these damn books. 1

“I like your humour. Now tell me, fellow soul eater, what do you have for me today?” I ask as I fall in step with him as other kids start rushing from the classroom.

on par when it

up a small pouch. “Mom said to wear it. It’s soothing… or something along those

clenched my jaw as I take the pouch from him, all amusement

Something to subdue me?

hide my irritation. I bet this was Mama or Dad’s

fuck do they have to

wear it?”

told to make sure I put

up. He’s very lean, and his build is different from most male werewolves. Where most are muscular, he has an almost slender, graceful

I see it. Every time I see him, he’s changing… evolving, and he doesn’t smell like a werewolf… not at

the blood of three separate species running through him, but I’m not sure what he is because

and werewolves. Maybe a

a small,

knowing I’m watching him.

concede before I give him a

to

again and I’m going to channel all this rage toward that

mouth just as

dick in his

me

don’t kiss and tell.

my books in my locker,

out and feed

behind the bleachers and

head to the cafeteria…

realise it’s at

and I scan the hall

of staff members hoping to find

Please be

beat and

eyes fall on none other

up in a ponytail, and

pale blue pants and a brown belt that matches his shoes as

one of the

chuckle over something and she places. her hand on his arm. That annoys

At least he’s here.

Perfect.

exit when I realise I don’t

and most clear the path, realising who it is, and I close the gap between

turns, hearing the sound of my heels, or

really care. He

he spots me. Something in my expression

falter, and I’m really not interested in

“Skyl-”