The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse Chapter 71

Chapter 71. Touched by a God

ROYCE.

What on earth…

The hair at the back of my neck stands on edge and I break the kiss, turning towards the door, my eyes flashing.

Then, I hear it.

The footfalls, albeit quiet, seem to ring in my head and I frown.

I’ve never felt such power…

Someone steps into the entrance and I find myself looking at a tall, muscular, well-built man that isn’t just omitting an immense aura, but he himself is the entity of pure power.

He must be nearly 7 feet tall, with a head full of black curls. He’s wearing sunglasses despite being inside and he has an angled jaw and a light stubble. He’s dressed in black jeans, boots and a baggy t-shirt with a few necklaces, one that stands out with a crystal at the end.

His attention is on us. The power radiating off him is so intense that even Malevolent wakes up and runs off to the corner, hiding under a table before curling up and settling to sleep again.

“I seem to be intruding.” He says, raising a brow, and I realise Skyla is still in my lap. I lift her off and stand up, as does Skyla.

“Dante, you’re here.” Skyla says.

I turn sharply to the man, realising it’s the King’s son. The mysterious Dante Rossi who remains hidden away from the world, and I can see why. He’s a powerhouse…. And there’s something about him that isn’t… normal.

werewolves, lycans and witches as

surprised that you’re here.” He says

both close the

His smile fades and I wonder what’s going through his mind as he

mini-Lucifer,

me. “Dante, my boyfriend, Royce. Royce, my brother, Dante.”

Boyfriend. I like that.

my hand. I am not sure if I should address

for a moment, as if not

a frown crosses his forehead for a second before his head dips a little and I know he’s looking at

his hand.” Skyla growls, clearly offended just

glancing at his sister and smirking before turning back to

Strange fellow.

hesitantly as if touching me is going to hurt, and I can’t

don’t burn, it’s just a

me cock a

The entire room seems to mute out, and it’s

his head snaps up, and I know behind those sunglasses he’s looking at me. Through them, I can faintly make out his

light fills

stance.’ A woman’s ethereal voice

even I am allowed favourites…’ A powerful male voice follows, one that makes me bow

light vanishes far too fast and for a second, I forget where I

I see a golden glow around me, and then time seems to

hand from his, and an intense wave of energy blasts off me and to my utter horror it

Oh, shoot!

sure no flying piece of glass shard comes

damage has been done. The entire glass-panelled wall is