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

he say?” I ask, trying to

“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to

snaking one arm around her waist, the other tangling in her hair,

when she slowly begins to kiss me back, a

like her not to tell me what’s wrong. Whatever he said to

of her mouth makes me kiss her

hides from

out on it, and I probably will before I

hoping that she can feel that she isn’t alone. That I’m here, I’ll always be right

and after a few moments, she gasps for air, and

claws have retracted and her eyes

a small smile before she

isn’t sharing

still hear her thumping heart, something that shouldn’t be possible through

almost felt like a wall was brought down, almost like a

never been weak or dull, but now they have increased tenfold. 2

still replay in my mind and

uneasy is the way his eyes had shifted to Skyla before he

you, remember

get the feeling he was insinuating Skyla?

my nerves, because even if her Lycan has rage, she is far from darkness …. But it could mean a lot more… I know not to

and walk around the room. It’s modern yet holds a

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

her room, which is

are several toys as well

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

table, aside from a lot of make-up there’s nothing much there and I move on

as much as I would hope to, finding a good book to get lost in was my favourite pastime before

she’s the one I want to spend all my free time with, to

I have given

life, protecting myself from the world, from disappointment, betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing

skim over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia… Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads

been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of

collection, remembering how Anne was the feistiest little

through the book when the bathroom door opens.

and I can’t help but take

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