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.

treats and I

meows and I

you’re just

food on her plate before I look down at my

believe I’m

I’m still waiting for

from a music

Dad’s message and text Reign

to figure out where about the club is, and how long it’s going to take me to get there. Well, time to start prepping for

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wearing a long-sleeved fitted black dress with a boat neck from the front and it’s backless with several silver chains going across the back. I’ve paired it with black killer heels, smokey make up, and finishing with red lips. I have some large silver earrings and a couple

the club, the bouncer smirks, looking me up and down. I raise an eyebrow at him when he pulls

his wandering eyes to roam freely gets me in faster, I

and pulsating loud 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

Trying to zone out the music that seems

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…

text to see

no, that will make me look so needy… I ignore the looks I get as I saunter my way over to the bar and take a seat.

It’s from him!

to cancel. I think this is a really bad

Only it hurts way more than any slap I’ve received, because I actually let

which turns to anger, I glare at my phone. He made me

is it a bad idea? It was your

some stuff

Wow. Just fucking wow.

He stood me up.

LuciferessX: Fine.

more was there to

didn’t really want to meet,

get you

bartender. “I’ll take three shots of

is festering inside me, wishing I could yank

forget for a few hours. Maybe it’s a blessing. He’s probably some dirty old man

Fuck!

at the message, I kind

put my phone down before I end up breaking it just as the bartender slides a slim tray holding three shots of

round,” I state. It’s going to take me a hell of a lot of alcohol

to look up when I sense an impressive aura move into my surroundings. Turning, I search for the source of this potent aura that has managed to

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 with the seductive scent of cinnamon and spice. Winter… he