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

I ask, trying to keep my voice even and

matter. I’m going to

one arm around her waist, the other

I’m satisfied when she slowly begins to kiss me back, a soft

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

of her mouth makes me

vulnerable side that she hides from

it, and I probably will

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

and after a few moments, she gasps for

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

a small smile before she pulls away and heads to the bathroom.

she isn’t sharing

shower turn on. I can still hear her thumping heart, something that

her brother, it almost felt like a wall was brought down, almost like a car battery

or dull,

in my

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

the darkness tries to destroy you, remember that

feeling he

….

thoughts away and walk around the room. It’s modern yet holds a timeless elegance.

room. There is champagne colour bedding with a few red

of her room, which is an entire cat kingdom and

are several toys as well as a magnificent scratch

which looks like a miniature

scan her dressing table, aside from a lot of make-up there’s nothing much there and

we both read and although I may not find the time as much as I would

want to spend all my free time with, to get lost in her presence, regardless of what she is

that may sound, it’s also intense. To know that I have given my heart unprotected to somebody else, to cherish or

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 a glimpse of

the classics that

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

the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering how Anne was the feistiest

through the book when the bathroom door

scent invades my senses and I can’t help but

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