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.

thinking I

made Dad begin to hatch his own plans… But now, learning she’s LuciferessX and

you drag

down. You were making them uneasy.” I say

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

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

given free passes to whatever the hell you want, but not in my

I really don’t care what Dad wants from 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

games, Skyla. Calm down and I will let you

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 with such power I’m forced to let go. A snarl leaves her lips, and she lunges at me, knocking

hell is she so fucking

her. She’s

say, hoping the calm approach gets to

she is seeing is rage. She tries to claw through

King’s daughter. Cut yourself

I grab her shirt, only for her to lock her legs around my waist and flip us. The sound of fabric tearing makes me let go as I realise I’ve ripped half of her tank top. My back hits the floor,

even the pain doesn’t take away the focus from my

eyes flicker to emerald green for a second and she leaps off me, but I know I can’t let her out

I can also hear the pain. She’s about to hit the chest. I’m too aware of the feel of her body against

to be

but I counter her, taking hold of her and I spin her around. Grabbing her arms, I pin them behind her back as I

both breathing hard. My blood is running down her breasts and stomach, her breasts heaving as her eyes return to

let go now. Alright?” I say quietly,

I let go, stepping back, putting space between

her fist into the counter. She exhales, her

if I didn’t know her as LuciferessX, know the inner turmoil and the hints of vulnerability she showed, I may have been able to ignore the signs in front of me. The slight tremble

get angry.” She replies after

“And I’m presuming that is something that happens

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