The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

SKYLA.

I hear Royce stifle a chuckle, letting out a small cough instead as he tries to hide his smile, and is it just me or does he look drop-dead gorgeous when he’s trying to keep up that broody front. He’s gorgeous, but when he gives you that rare breath-taking smile, damn, it does something to me. When I had told him this story originally, I had seen it and I don’t think I will get that image out of my mind…

“That shit did not happen around you.” Dad growls.

Oops, did I ruffle some Lycan fur?

“It obviously did happen, and I heard it. You traumatised me as a child!” I declare defiantly, trying not to snicker at Dad’s expense.

His frown only deepens. “That fucking shit didn’t happen. You were the only one who was fucking traumatising others.”

I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow. “Not true, you talking about eating pussy gave me nightmares.”

“You know exactly what the fuck I meant. That shit is no fucking excuse to bring the damn cat to school.” Dad frowns.

“Obviously, I know, but that still gives me nightmares. I don’t want to have that gross image in my mind.” I smirk as I fake gag.

He narrows his eyes. “Sky…” He growls.

“What? Do you expect me not to know anything about sex?”

“Quit it and learn to put a filter on that damn mouth.” Dad growls, taking a rather long drag on his cigarette. I can sense his obvious irritation.

“Just like you, Daddy Bear, just like you…” I mutter, as I lean back in my seat and cross my arms.

Grumpy old man.

I’m completely enjoying watching him, trying to remain as unbothered as ever, although I can sense his annoyance.

Damn, what I would give to be able to read Dad’s mind right now, he’s acting like he doesn’t give a shit, but I bet you fifty pounds it annoyed him that I said that in front of an Arden.

Hehe.

As Grandad says, Karma is a bitch.

I snicker, earning another scathing glare from Dad before my gaze flickers to Royce. He has one hand under his chin as he leans against his desk, trying to remain as passive as ever.

This guy and that desk… I can imagine a few things I’d let him do to me in here, mainly including me in this tiny skirt, that belt of his and, of course, the desk…

‘How’s he as a teacher?’ Dad asks through the mind link, still sounding annoyed as he snaps me back to the present.

As a teacher?

‘Annoying, but tolerable. He’s strong though.’ I reply to Dad.

But as a man… damn, he’s sexy.

fucker has not once been intimidated by my aura… That shit ain’t normal. I want to know what Ken-fucking-Arden is hiding. And trust me, he kept these two out of the public eye for years.’

me to spy on my teacher?’

it involve spying on him when he’s showering? I wouldn’t

a sliver of guilt. I’ve had one brother.

Focus girl.

an eye on

think he isn’t trustworthy?’ I ask.

he

know Kenneth is on the council, but it’s

good I guess.’ I say. ‘What if he

Dad replies, his gaze fixed on Royce once more. ‘I’m going to leave that to you to decide… if you feel you can trust him, and want to tell him, then you can go ahead. I will trust

that means he doesn’t mind Royce…

off with Rivers. You know that Kat’s

twins, we have always been close to

I do, which means we need to party tonight.” I

go out on a fucking school night.” Dad replies as

too, and it intrigues me how he doesn’t seem phased by Dad’s aura at all, just like Dad had pointed

for your time,

Goody two shoes.

as I stand up too. Dad takes his hand,

to call…” Dad says, before glancing at

that might actually work out better. Since you owe me a lot of money, we can settle it over dinner. And maybe I will still

I’ll be tending to a few matters anyway, and I’ll be watching you.” He says, his dark eyes

he gave me the heads up though. I’ll behave

a nod before walking to the door. He

coming?” He

discuss something with sir,”

so damn

on his face before he nods. “Don’t be late for

beat under Dad’s intense gaze,

I turn to him and

a secret.” I hiss, knowing that Dad’s hearing was impressive and if it’s anything

making a point, and it came up, but I don’t think your father’s going to care or do anything about it. You two are always attached at the hip anyway- I mean, checking your past records that cat has been in the school pretty often.” He responds confidently, leaning against his

he moves a few of the files to the side, his hair falling in front of his

to meet you?” I ask, wanting to know

like people talking about me. I hate when I’m treated like a matter of concern

running his fingers through his hair, brushing it back.

isn’t any reason for it, I was behaving in training.”

he could give me some pointers to what might

irritation is getting the better of me, wondering what else he had told Dad. I know I’m overreacting, but I don’t like

I’m about to turn and walk off when he grabs hold of

know what was said.” He says quietly.