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.

he’s definitely on par when it

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

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

Something to subdue me?

irritation.

fuck do they have

it?”

make

from most male werewolves. Where most are muscular, he has an almost slender, graceful build.

changing… evolving, and he doesn’t smell like a werewolf… not at all.

of three separate species running through him, but I’m not sure what he is because men aren’t witches…

werewolves. Maybe

me a small, closed-mouth

knowing I’m watching him.

will.” I concede before I give him

to my

again and I’m going to channel all

mouth just as

in his pants.

can be said for me too, but at

don’t kiss and tell.

in my

out and feed her one

out behind the

head to the cafeteria…

I realise it’s at the peak

time and I scan the

and a couple of staff

on…. Please

beat

my lips when my eyes fall on none other

is up in a ponytail,

crisp white shirt, pale blue pants and a brown belt

one of the

something and she places. her hand on his arm. That annoys me but I

At least he’s here.

Perfect.

to exit when I realise I don’t really care, he humiliated me … I’m going to

and most clear the path, realising who it

my heels,

don’t really care. He opens

spots me. Something in my expression makes

falter, and I’m really not interested in hearing

“Skyl-”