The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

SKYLA.

As the door shuts behind him, my small smirk fades away, and I look around the cottage. That cosy touch feels empty… My stomach drops, guilt filling me, followed by a void, one so deep it almost hurts to breathe. This is the part I hate the most; I know my flaws… I know when I’m fucking up but it doesn’t stop me from self-sabotaging everything. Even then, it’s easier to identify my flaws and another thing entirely trying to move away from them.

Breaking a cycle that, for a fleeting moment, fills that emptiness, is hard. I live in those moments… It offers me temporary relief, a distraction I really need from the constant war that wages in my mind. But it always comes to an end and then it all sinks in, knowing I fucked up. But deep down I know I’ll do it all over again, because I need that, those small moments of reprieve they offer me.

Picking up my phone, I unlock it and click on the chat app. It’s instinctual, another bad habit of mine that I’ve picked up recently. It has become a part of my routine… One I always knew would probably end in disappointment, yet still, I check my messages anyway.

Still nothing.

Sighing heavily, I stare unseeingly at the screen.

I can still feel his touch on my body, and I don’t know how to feel about it. In the moment everything feels good, but then… now, I feel hollow. Moving toward the front door, I can still smell his scent clinging to me, to this place….

Locking the door, I sigh, resting my forehead against the wood before I slowly turn and head to the bedroom. A place that still smells of him and sex… It’s like I can’t escape him, escape what I did. I messed up and once Royce finds out…

I sigh heavily, feeling sick with guilt and I turn away, shutting the door, hoping his scent won’t linger too long.

“Meow?”

Malevolent’s whine draws my attention to her, and I smile softly as I crouch down and scoop her into my arms. “Come on, little one.” I whisper, nuzzling my nose into her neck. She’s my forever one.

Nothing helps, nothing ever helps.

Royce’s words fill my mind. ‘You’re worth more than a one-night hook-up…’ Why do those words sting so much more now?

I shake my head; he just doesn’t know me…

Knowing I won’t be able to go back to the bedroom, I head to the lounge and drop onto the sofa, cradling Malevolent to my chest. I curl up, staring at the ceiling, and watch the shadowy patterns of the rustling leaves outside the window reflect. I’m in the dark, and the curtains are open, but I have no energy to get up and close them.

Why did I do it?

with someone who I know and is a teacher at the school? Usually, I am not that foolish, nothing good will

I know I wanted Royce, and his refusal was getting to me… Yeah, I’m not making

I know it makes me a bitch, but if I couldn’t have

Nicely played Sky…

out, I bet he’ll be disgusted that I bounced from one brother to the other so easily…

Nice work.

nothing more than to hurt something, anything. I

badass just because I’m tough and I’ll jump to protect you with

slip into it and never return. That maddening

than empty,

agreed to a casual thing, I can’t let it happen again even if he was pretty good in bed or if he gave me an incredible orgasm… I can’t… not with him. It’s wrong on so

I know I’ll fuck up again.

at my

him, but he’s the one refusing to talk to me… but

His ex. Fuck!

my heart thundering, and I wonder if something happened and they’re together

he needed to

overthinking Sky,

anger and frustration rising,

Fuck calm down…

when I lose control. My heart thunders and right now, I can’t lose control. I hate how I have empty blanks in my memory whenever

my top chest drawer, I scramble around, dropping my phone in the process; it hits the floor, but I don’t care. I can

so powerfully that even the spells Delsanra and Raihana, two of the most powerful witches of our time have put on me to mask my aura, are not enough right

me and I scream in agony as it cripples me, making me fall to my knees. The poison

chest of drawers, my nails splinter the wood but I can’t hold on and tumble forward, my head hits the

I prefer the latter… I hate having to resort

eyelids flutter shut, only the pounding of my heart is violently beating in my ears, my breath shuddering