The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin 66. Her Misunderstanding

SKYLA.

My heart clenches wondering why she didn’t come forward. Her friends died, and she didn’t care to even speak up or even pretend to care?

Like why?

I wonder what their families are going through.

“Is that her?” Royce asks, leaning down, his shoulder brushing the back of my shoulder.

He can see from afar, but having him move closer is comforting. Something I need…

I nod, glancing at him, as he crouches down beside the chair I’m sitting on.

“Can you call for her, Headmaster?” He says, his eyes cold as he looks at Rivers.

Rivers nods as he glances at the girl’s image before he turns.

“Ah, of course… I will… she has been in school… for her not to say anything is troubling….” He mutters.

“Maybe yeah… but we’ll fucking find out why.” Dad says, completely ignoring the no-smoking policy of the school as he lights up a cigarette.

Rivers excuses himself from the room. The door shuts behind him and I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“I’m assuming you shifted, and she saw you?” Dad remarks.

I nod.

“Obviously, I had to give it my all.” I mutter, closing my eyes as the pressure in my mind increases.

“That’s fucking understandable.” Dad says, smoking his cigarette.

Royce cups the back of my neck, his thumb caressing my cheek, and I lean into his touch.

“I just don’t get why she didn’t come forward. I specifically told her to call for help. To make a call, I told them both, but…” I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. “I just don’t get how anyone can leave anyone else behind. Wouldn’t you give your all to help others?”

“Not everyone thinks the same way. Survival instincts… Can make one selfish… She probably thought saving herself would guarantee her life more than if she saved the other girl.” Dad says quietly.

I can hear the guilt in his voice, and I know it’s because of what happened when we were children.

A long time ago, we were attacked, and Kataleya was kidnapped… to save Dante and me, Dad had to let her go and until this day he feels guilty about it… He had to turn his back on her so me and Dante could live, a choice no father should have to face.

“Yes… but this was just about herself… I don’t know, I’ll never get not putting others first.” I mutter. “And I’m not even a nice person.”

right.” Royce says, amused. “You just like to say that. We know you would risk

my heart pounding as I try to squash the turmoil of emotions in my

second, taking a deep breath and inhaling his intoxicating

risked your life for them, and you almost died. This is not on you.”

I hear footsteps

but despite him watching us with those

as the door opens and Rivers enters

looking a little fidgety before she pales upon seeing Dad and me and

want to talk to you about the attack in the woods… Why didn’t you come

is thundering as she stares at us, all staying glued

killed them!” She

eyes fly open in

both he and Royce

stare at Heather, trying to understand how she even put me in that

were the one in the woods! You’re the one who killed them…

fuck?” I ask, my gaze snaps to Rivers who, to

looks between Dad and me, almost as

you for speaking

is he believing

there!” She cries. “You changed

out the door, her heart thumping

Alejandro, if the coven

is not a

is

that thing. I’m the one who killed that thing, and it’s no secret that we have been facing monster

didn’t want your old man to know you were involved…and he will if

of something she had no hand in. Heather, think clearly, or you know there is magic that can be used

eyes meet, red against blue and I feel like

Dad would approve of

it?”

he saw that

through before jumping to assumptions. I think it’s high time the

being

thing was caught and killed.” Royce says,

behind all those attacks, Alpha… I am not trying to

coven can probe my

mine.” Royce adds. I look up at him, feeling

wondering if that’s how badly everything thinks of

control my emotions… because of my temper, people have been pushed to fear

of footsteps approaching from the open door reaches my ear, and I look up. Aleric’s familiar scent, along with another scent I don’t recognise,

space between us, just before two men enter through the open door, giving Rivers a nod as they pass