The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 3

3. Stood Up

SKYLA.

I lead the way to the kitchen. I kiss Malevolent and place her down on the table before I begin rummaging in the drawers. The quicker we find it, the quicker I can get rid of him.

He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, and for a moment I get distracted by the way his arms flex. I quickly turn away and open the next drawer, relieved when I spot the box. I carry it to the table, and open it, I take out two rolls of gauze.

I quickly snip a long piece off and then begin cutting it down the middle for my poor little kitty. I then wrap her leg gently and she meows, not happy with it, but I hold her in place but she struggles, not letting me tie it.

“Malevolent, behave.” I scold lightly.

“Here, I’ll help.” He says and I allow him. His hands are already healed, and only a few extremely faint scratches remain. “So, what made you move out here at this time of year?”

“What makes you say I moved out here recently?” I counter, mimicking his tone. Our eyes meet and he smirks, his blond hair falling over his shoulder as he holds Malevolent firmly, yet gently. He reminds me of a Disney prince.

“I would have known if such a beautiful woman was living out here by herself.”

His gaze dips to my lips, and I look away.

“Surprised you can call me beautiful when I’m soaking in sweat.” I retort.

“I didn’t notice.” His gaze is a bit much, so I focus on tying the tiny bandage, which is a little fiddly. “So, what made you move out here?”

Pushy much?

“I just needed some space from my dad. He’s kinda… controlling. I just want to live my life the way I want, without anyone telling me what to do.” I sigh.

He lets go of Malevolent, his eyes seeming to hold a sharp, calculating glint to them, but it is gone as fast as it came.

He’s about to ask me something when my phone beeps and we both glance at it. It’s closer to him and I see his gaze linger on it before I reach over, snatching it up.

“Thank you for allowing me to wash my hands.” He says, glancing around before he strokes Malevolent’s head, and she purrs in response. “It’s not often I see a she-wolf with a pet cat.”

“Well, I’m not your standard she-wolf.” I reply, scooping my kitty up.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” He says as I slowly lead the way to the front door, opening it and I fake a sweet smile.

“Bye.”

“Bye, until next time.” He says. His gaze flickers to my phone before he gives me a nod and steps out.

Come on, I’ll give you some treats and I promise, although Mama isn’t here, I’ll have you all healed up

and

get it, you’re just

food on her plate before I look down at my phone. There’s

actually believe I’m

I’m still waiting for

last one is from a music streaming

message and text

need to figure out where about the club is, and how long it’s going to take me to get

–

the back. I’ve paired it with black killer heels, smokey make up, and finishing with red lips. I

bouncer smirks, looking me up and down. I raise an eyebrow at him when he pulls the rope aside and allows me to

eyes to roam freely gets me in faster, I wasn’t

music assaults my senses. Along with the blinding lights there is a mix of sweat, alcohol and expensive perfume. It fills my nose, making it burn a little as my sense of smell is overwhelmed with

Trying to zone out the music that seems to be

sigh, flicking my hair out of my face with a jerk of my head. I glance around. There’s still an hour before he’ll be here… but I don’t mind being early. Gives me time to drink down some liquid courage and hopefully settle

to see where

the looks I get as I saunter my way over to the bar and take a seat. My phone beeps and

It’s from him!

to cancel. I think this is

stomach sinks. The sting of his message burns like I’ve been slapped across the face. Only it hurts

made me feel like a fool. I should have known better

is it a bad idea? It was your

stuff has come

Wow. Just fucking wow.

He stood me up.

LuciferessX: Fine.

more was there

didn’t really want

I get

the bartender. “I’ll take three

need it to calm the rage that is festering inside me, wishing I could

forget for a few hours. Maybe it’s a blessing. He’s probably some dirty old man that stole photos from the

Fuck!

I kind of expected another message,

slides a slim tray holding three shots of vodka with lime. I down them all, sucking on the slices of

state. It’s going to take me a hell of a lot of alcohol

an impressive aura move into my surroundings. Turning, I search for the source of this potent aura

dirty fantasy. He’s atleast 6,6 tall, with lush blond curls with an angular jaw, not to mention those soft pink lips that look so damn soft yet don’t take away from his masculinity. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt under a black jacket and black pants. From here, I can smell him… A cool icy breeze laced