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 through me.

say?” I ask, trying to

shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter.

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

slowly begins to kiss me back, a soft moan

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

taste of her mouth makes me kiss her

Green-Eyed Goddess has a vulnerable side that she hides from the world, but surely her

out on it,

can feel that she isn’t alone. That

passionately, and after a few moments, she gasps

her eyes are

me a small smile before she pulls away and heads

she isn’t sharing makes me wonder if

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

shook hands with her brother, it almost felt like a wall was brought down, almost

never been weak or

still replay in my mind and

the way his eyes had shifted to

the darkness tries to destroy you, remember that you stand for

get the feeling he

…. But it could mean a lot more… I know not to take everything straight

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

in this room. There is champagne colour

of her room, which is an entire cat kingdom and it’s rather interesting

several toys as well as a magnificent

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

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

the time as much as I would hope

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

and deeply in love and despite how beautiful that may sound, it’s also intense. To know that I have given my heart unprotected to somebody else, to cherish or destroy… it’s in her hands

betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those

over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia… Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics

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

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

flip through the book when the bathroom door opens.

my senses and I can’t

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