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.

sliver of irritation rushes through me.

I ask, trying to keep my

her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m

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

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

what’s wrong.

her mouth makes me kiss

a vulnerable side that she hides from the

half a mind to call him out on it, and I

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

passionately, and after a few moments, she

her claws have retracted and her eyes are back to

small smile before she pulls away and heads

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

hear her

with her brother, it almost felt like a wall

been weak or dull, but now they have increased tenfold.

in my mind and that warning…

way his eyes had shifted

destroy you, remember that you

I get the feeling he

nerves, because even if her Lycan has rage, she is far from darkness …. But it could mean a lot more… I know

away and walk around the room.

in this room. There

her room, which is

well as

cat bed, which looks like a miniature

make-up there’s nothing much there and I

both read and although I may not find the time as much as I would hope to, finding a good book to get lost in was my favourite pastime before Skyla.

want to spend all my free time with, to

in love and despite how beautiful that may sound, it’s also intense. To know that I have given my heart

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

then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she

They may be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile.

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

flip through the book when the bathroom door

invades my senses and I can’t help

I stand up, looking down at the clothbound