The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

SKYLA.

Night has fallen, and I am getting dressed for dinner with Dad, Kat, and Royce. I don’t know why Dad invited him, but it makes me wonder if he ended up hearing us in the office earlier. I hadn’t heard his footsteps; I had been far too distracted… plus his hearing is better than mine… but there’s a high chance he didn’t hear.

I sigh as I pull on a fresh pair of panties, my mind returning to our earlier training session. I had ended up hurting him again in the first half of the session.

Why do I always lose it?

He wants me to calm myself when I begin to get riled up… and today he hadn’t defended himself, in hopes I’d be able to stop myself, but I didn’t – I couldn’t.

He had had to step back at the last moment, and if he hadn’t, I would have scarred that sexy body of his permanently.

Great…

I put on some earrings, unable to stop myself from thinking about the second half of our session. The guilt and panic had almost made me tell him my truth and my heart skips a beat as the memory replays in my mind…

(FLASHBACK – TRAINING EARLIER)

“I… I should go. This is a mistake. You can’t help me. I’m just going to hurt you.” I say, turning away, but I don’t get far, only for him to spin me around.

“It’s fine, relax. I’m fine. You’re doing great.” He says calmly.

Is he for real? I’m fucking messing it all up!

“Am I?” I scoff in disbelief. “You’re delusional, or plain stupid.”

“Tell me Skyla, do you spar to win?” Royce says as he lets go of me and picks up his phone.

“What?” I ask, as he switches on some music and sets the volume low - loud enough so we can hear it, but not loud enough to give me a headache.

I like this song.

I look at him, seeing the sweat that coats his body, the blood tainting the air… I have just cut him open, and he’s completely unphased.

asked if you spar to win? Do you aim

crossing my arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and just fight. I can handle broken bones. Give me your best.”

his arms, mirroring my stance as he tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The aim isn’t to break bones but to learn control. Why not try to consider sparring

dance?” I

watched two martial artists compete? A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you can see the art that it is.” He says.

survive, fight to kill and fight to protect, not for fun.”

a real battle, it’s the survival and rage that fuels one… but in many cases, you

a beat and I remember something Reign said about the Alpha Gen X games back when we first got talking in

a dance of art. Let the games begin.’

The one who fought with skill won.

wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as it

I look at Royce and make up my

we?” He asks, I can feel the heat of his body behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and his hand snakes around

my skin as his finger curls around my waist. He sure has big hands…

He murmurs, his hair tickling the

then.” I say, tossing my hair back as I

a match; the aim is not to win; I have

moves. The

hand, twisting my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself, ducking as I free myself and try to swipe his legs from under

I lunge forward, aiming a punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to grip my wrist and flip me over his shoulders and into his arms.

look into those grey eyes. There’s

just for fun… He isn’t mocking

as fast as I can, hooking my leg around his and pulling it

curses as he

as I

I’m going down, love, so are you!” He counters, swiping my legs from under me, as he hits

ankle and yanks me back. I turn, and he grunts when my knee hits his chest. I can’t help but

He adds, grabbing my thighs with his large

the upper hand, and he takes it, trying to throw me onto the ground over his head, but I grab a fistful of his hair, slamming his head between my knees and clamping

snap your neck, Arden.” I growl breathlessly, as he grabs the back of my thighs,