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.

agreed thinking I could help

But now, learning she’s LuciferessX and the woman I met at the club, has just

drag me

you can calm down. You were making

I clench my jaw, my eyes flashing as I

up against the wall, pinning her arms against

you calm down.” I say icily. “You may be the King’s daughter, and may be given free passes to whatever the hell you want, but not in

me, because if I’m here I plan 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 her when she bloody hell needs it. I know the king himself is known for his crass attitude, but you would think that wouldn’t pass on to his daughter. Seems I

playing games, Skyla. Calm down and I will let

see what you want to see. Continue to be blind by what you don’t know!” She hisses coldly, 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

is she so

underestimating her. She’s equal to

say, hoping the calm approach gets to

she is seeing is rage. She tries to claw

daughter. Cut yourself

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

but even the pain

second and she leaps off me, but I know I can’t let her

growls, but in her anger, I can also hear the pain. She’s about to hit the chest. I’m too aware of the feel of her body against mine, more

be fine. Calm

flits through my nose and it takes my all to pull back. She lets out a frustrated scream about to push me but I counter her, taking hold of her and I spin her around. Grabbing her arms, I pin them behind her back as I push her against the sink counter, wrapping my other arm around her

is running down her breasts and stomach, her breasts heaving as her

quietly, staring at the stunning doll in front

go,

curses, slamming her fist into the counter. She exhales, her head

the inner turmoil and the hints of vulnerability she showed, I may have been able

get angry.” She replies after a

“And I’m presuming that is something that

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,