The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

8. A Rossi against an Arden

ROYCE.

“What the actual fuck!”

I internally flinch as the nasally voice of one of the girls screeches in my ear. You would think being werewolves she’d know that we have heightened hearing. The green-eyed Goddess is standing- I mean Skyla’s standing there clearly shocked. I heard rumours of something happening last year from dad, but no one really knew the full story… but there’s something that happened. One of the boys backs away before turning and jogging out of the room.

Skyla’s eyes flash that same intense plum colour, and I can feel her aura rising.

“I want everyone to run laps around the hall and you are not to stop until I return!” I command, taking hold of Skyla’s arm. I stare down at the tattoos for a second, an image that is currently the wallpaper screen on my unlocked screen… 2

Seeing her had shaken me, not because I had

fucking crossed a line that never should be crossed with one of my students, but because I recognised those tattoos… if only she hadn’t been wearing a long-sleeved dress the other night…

But if she hadn’t, then I know for a fact I wouldn’t have left when she was on that phone… and I would have taken her to a hotel … If anyone saw us…

“Let go of me!” She snarls, trying to pull free from my hold.

I refuse to let go, my other arm is already healing and I pull her into the girls’ changing room. I’m spending a lot more time in the women’s departments thanks to her. 1

“What!” She snaps.

Frowning, I let go of her. The look in her eyes for a moment reminds me of one of the creatures we’ve been fighting recently. I

push the thought away and focus on the matter at hand. 1

“First of all, I’m your teacher here. You will show me some respect.”

She scoffs, and I clench my jaw. Initially, when I had heard of the job, accidentally hearing Dad discussing it, I had asked him about it, but what he had told me was that the King’s daughter was struggling with her strength, and since she was almost on the brink of expulsion, they were looking for an Alpha for the position as the trainer.

had agreed thinking I could help her

realising that it only made Dad begin to hatch his own plans… But now, learning she’s LuciferessX and the woman I

did you drag me here?” She

were making them

toward the door. I clench my jaw, my eyes flashing as I grab her elbow and yank her

trying to break free, but I’m not finished. I push her up against the wall, pinning her arms

say icily. “You may be the King’s daughter, and may be given free passes to whatever the hell you

to take the role of their trainer, as I wanted nothing more. I’m not here for other incentives and as her teacher, it’s my job to school

not playing games, Skyla. Calm down and I will let

and a growl leaves her lips. Her canines grow, and her face is beginning to change. A surge of strength seems to rush through her, and she pushes me back with such power I’m forced

is she so fucking

She’s equal to an

to me.” I say, hoping the

She tries to claw through my chest, but I grab her wrist and flip us over. I don’t want

daughter.

sound of fabric tearing makes me let go as I realise I’ve ripped half of her tank top. My back hits the floor, and she’s on top of me. I curse internally when she ends up right on my dick, just as she slashes

man, but even the pain doesn’t take away the focus

for a second and she leaps off me,

pain. She’s about to hit the chest. I’m too aware of the feel of her body against mine, more than I should be… I’ve

going to be fine.

scream about to push me but I counter her, taking hold of her and I spin her around. Grabbing her arms, I pin

down her breasts and stomach, her breasts

going to let go now. Alright?” I say quietly, staring at the stunning doll

let go, stepping

curses, slamming her fist into the counter. She exhales, her head hanging, and her hair shields her

didn’t know her as LuciferessX, know the inner turmoil and the hints of vulnerability she showed, I may have been

She replies after

I’m presuming that is something that happens

“Maybe.” She says, removing her torn top and wiping her stomach with it as she looks over at me. I don’t miss the way her eyes dip lower, past the injuries on my chest that are already healing, and rake over my abs that are visible through the torn shirt. I take the moment to look her over, wondering how I didn’t recognise those long legs I’ve seen in a couple of snaps she’s sent me… Her tattoo is now on clear display, making