The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

Chapter 73

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 through me.

ask, trying to

her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to go shower.”

tries to pull away, but I pull her close, snaking one arm around her

when she slowly begins to kiss me back, a

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

sweet taste of her mouth makes me kiss her

she hides from the world, but surely her family knows that.

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

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

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

and her eyes are back to their gorgeous green, but she’s

gives me a small smile before she pulls

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

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

her brother, it almost felt like a wall was brought

never been weak or dull, but

in my

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

remember

the feeling he

far from darkness …. But it could mean a lot more… I know

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

room. There is champagne colour bedding

which is an entire cat kingdom and it’s

well as a magnificent

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

there’s nothing much there and

I would hope to, finding a good book to get lost in was my favourite

free time with, to get lost in her

how beautiful that may sound, it’s also intense. To know that I have given

those walls until I didn’t even

Motorcycle Club, Mafia… Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she

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

collection, remembering how Anne was the feistiest

book when the bathroom door

I can’t help but take

asks the obvious and I stand up, looking down at the

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