The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse Chapter 73

More Than My Expectations

ROYCE.

I don’t know exactly what happened between the siblings, but when Skyla’s face lost all colour, and I saw the guilt and regret in her eyes, I had had enough. Standing up, I had excused us and led her out of the room.

She refused to speak and instead had led the way upstairs to her bedroom where Kiara had told us, she had placed some fresh items of clothes for me.

The moment the door shut behind us, I locked it and then turned to Skyla, who walked over to her walk-in closet and began rummaging for something. Her movements are rushed, and she’s knocking things as she does.

“I’ll shower first if that’s ok.” She says, as I hear something fall and break. I walk to the closet, sensing her aura rising fast.

Her claws have come out and I can see the white hair beginning to sprout from her arms, and the hair on her head is beginning to turn white.

“Sky.”

She ignores me as she bends down, cursing as she picks up the ceramic box she has broken.

“Fuck.” She mutters as it cuts into her finger. Instantly I’m by her side, removing her hands from the box.

“Skyla.” I repeat gently, but she stands up and turns away.

She’s avoiding me.

I pick up the broken pieces, placing them aside, not wanting her to hurt herself.

She turns, holding a towel and some blue lingerie, which I notice a little too much. She grabs something denim, something that looks like a jacket before she bundles it up and I cock a brow. She’s not paying attention to what she’s doing.

“Love.” I say, grabbing hold of her elbow as she tries to walk past me and I spin her around to face me. “What happened?”

I look down at her. Her eyes are blazing plum, her heart thudding as she looks at me with such pain, I can almost feel it. Almost as if her pain is mine.

“I just… need a moment. Please.” She whispers, almost pleadingly.

“Alright…” I say, but before I give her what she wants, I have to tell her it’s going to be alright. “Whatever he said, Love… don’t let it get to you.”

She looks away and I know she doesn’t believe me. I let go of her elbow, cupping her face and tilt it up.

Our eyes meet and I hide my surprise when I notice the glistening of tears in them.

of irritation rushes

trying to keep my voice even and calm.

doesn’t matter.

close, snaking one arm around her waist, the other tangling in her hair, and I kiss her passionately.

pleasure course through me and I’m satisfied when she slowly begins to kiss me back, a soft

to tell me what’s wrong.

of her mouth

has a vulnerable side that she hides from the world, but surely her family knows

it, and I probably will before

can feel that she isn’t alone. That I’m

passionately, and after a few moments, she gasps

have retracted and her eyes are back to their gorgeous green, but she’s still not herself.

before she pulls

and I sigh. The fact she isn’t sharing makes me wonder if it is to do with

turn on. I can still hear her thumping heart, something that shouldn’t be possible through the door.

it almost felt like

weak or

in my mind and that

the way his eyes had shifted to Skyla before he

destroy you, remember that you

do I get the feeling he was insinuating

far from darkness …. But it

walk around the room.

Skyla in this room. There is champagne colour bedding with a

an alcove area near the entrance of her room, which is an entire cat kingdom and it’s rather interesting to see.

as well

sleeping on her cat bed, which looks like a miniature four-poster bed. That’s truly fit

dressing table, aside from a lot of make-up there’s

we both read and although I may not find the time as much as I would hope to, finding

all my free time with, to get lost in her presence,

that I have given my heart unprotected to somebody else, to cherish or destroy…

those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing a glimpse of her.

then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that

be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of

Green Gables collection, remembering how Anne was the feistiest little badass and probably my first

book when

can’t help

you looking through my book collection?” She asks the obvious and I stand up, looking down at the clothbound book