The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

SKYLA.

The morning has passed by damn slowly. I’ve been itching to get my hands on Aleric, and my anger has begun bubbling again.

Royce’s words from last night are replaying again and again and it’s only getting to me.

I don’t even know how I’m going to face him later for training… I might bail for today. I don’t think I can handle being in his proximity…

I zoomed through the first three lessons without even bothering to play up or waste time. Lost in thought as I get the work done with ease. The quicker I’m done, the better.

The moment the bell rings, I grab my books, and my tote bag that Malevolent has been curled in all day and rush from the room before anyone else even rises from their seat.

Now to find that dick.

“Skyla!”

I stop mid-step, spotting none other than Ahren, my nephew? I pause for a moment, second-guessing that.

I swear this family is so damn big and tied from every damn angle that I forgot who is banging who and who created what demon’s spawn. But he’s definitely my nephew… he’s Rayhan’s son. Yes. Cousin’s son.

“Yo, what ya want?” I say, plonking my hand on top of his curls. Damn, when did he get so big?

“I have something for you.” He says, stepping away from my hand.

Is it a coincidence that he has something for me today?

I narrow my eyes, watching him suspiciously.

“Unless it’s the souls of children or the hearts of babies, I don’t want it.” I say. He smiles slightly, his eyes glinting.

“I’m afraid no matter how delicious those might be, I come with something else.” I smirk. I would give him a good tackle, but I have all these damn books.

“I like your humour. Now tell me, fellow soul eater, what do you have for me today?” I ask as I fall in step with him as other kids start rushing from the classroom.

He may be years younger, but he’s definitely on par when it comes to the aura he’s emanating.

up a small pouch. “Mom said to wear it. It’s soothing... or something along

take the pouch from

to subdue me?

irritation. I

fuck do they have to

it?”

make sure

different from most male werewolves. Where most are muscular, he

Every time I see him, he’s changing… evolving, and he

I’m not sure what he is because men aren’t witches… that leaves demons and werewolves. Maybe

me a small, closed-mouth smile, knowing

him a

angry again and I’m going to channel all this rage toward that dumb Arden who couldn’t keep it in his damn mouth just

said for me too, but at least I don't kiss

I sneak Malevolent out and feed her one of her pouches out behind the bleachers and

at the peak of its busiest time and I scan the hall full of students

Please be

a cold smirk crosses my lips when my

in a ponytail, and he’s wearing a crisp white shirt, pale blue pants and a brown belt that matches his shoes as he chats with one of the female teachers.

his arm. That annoys me but I don't really

least he's here.

Perfect.

him to exit when I realise I don’t really care, he humiliated me… I’m going

clear the path, realising who it

heels,

Something in my expression makes that cocky, charming smile falter, and I’m

“Skyl-”

square in the face.

room as silence falls across the cafeteria. I feel a surge of aura from

you.” I say

is-” He tries.

and placing a finger to his lip, satisfied with the blood that drips down his