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 could help

begin to hatch his own plans… But now, learning she’s LuciferessX and the woman I met at the club, has just made this entire

why did you drag me

You were making

my jaw, my eyes flashing as I grab her elbow

up against the wall, pinning her arms against the wall. She struggles for a

am not letting go until 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 my class. In my class, you abide by my rules, if

leg aside, pressing my thigh against hers, pinning her leg to the wall. 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,

not playing games, Skyla. Calm down and I will

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 with such power I’m forced to let go. A snarl leaves

how the hell is she so fucking

underestimating her. She’s

hoping the

her is in control. All she is seeing is rage. She tries to claw through my chest, but I grab her wrist and flip us over. I don’t want to use my own abilities here… couldn’t I

daughter. Cut yourself some slack

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, and she’s on

even the pain

to emerald green for a second and she leaps off me, but I know I can’t let her out there, not when she’s like

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 than I should be… I’ve

to be

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 waist,

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

quietly, staring

let go,

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

of vulnerability she showed, I may have been able to ignore

angry.” She replies after a

presuming that is something

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