The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 22

This Pull Between Us

SKYLA.

I hear Royce stifle a chuckle, letting out a small cough instead as he tries to hide his smile, and is it just me or does he look drop-dead gorgeous when he’s trying to keep up that broody front. He’s gorgeous, but when he gives you that rare breath- taking smile, damn, it does something to When I had told him this story

originally, I had seen it and I don’t think I will get that image out of my mind…

“That shit did not happen around you.” Dad growls.

Oops, did I ruffle some Lycan fur?

“It obviously did happen, and I heard it.

You traumatised me as a child!” I declare defiantly, trying not to snicker at Dad’s expense.

His frown only deepens. “That fucking shit didn’t happen. You were the only one who was fucking traumatising others.

I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow.

Not true, you talking about eating pussy gave me nightmares.” 1

“You know exactly what the fuck I meant. That shit is no fucking excuse to bring the damn cat to school.” Dad frowns.

“Obviously, I know, but that still gives me nightmares. I don’t want to have that

gross image in my mind.” I smirk as I fake gag.

He narrows his eyes. “Sky…” He growls.

“What? Do you expect me not to know anything about sex?”

“Quit it and learn to put a filter on that damn mouth.” Dad growls, taking a rather long drag on his cigarette. I can sense his obvious irritation. 3

“Just like you, Daddy Bear, just like you I mutter, as I lean back in my seat and cross my arms.

Grumpy old man.

I’m completely enjoying watching him, trying to remain as unbothered as ever, although I can sense his annoyance.

Damn, what I would give to be able to read Dad’s mind right now, he’s acting like he doesn’t give a shit, but I bet you fifty pounds it annoyed him that I said that in front of an Arden.

Hehe.

As Grandad says, Karma is a bitch. 6

I snicker, earning another scathing glare from Dad before my gaze flickers to Royce. He has one hand under his chin as he leans against his desk, trying to remain as passive as ever.

This guy and that desk… I can imagine a few things I’d let him do to me in here, mainly including me in this tiny skirt, that belt of his and, of course, the desk…

mind link, still

As a teacher?

but tolerable. He’s strong

man…

once been intimidated by my aura… That shit ain’t normal. I want to know what Ken-fucking -Arden is hiding. And trust

telling me to spy on my

when he’s showering? I wouldn’t mind that

had one brother. I need to stop thinking of Royce

Focus girl.

an

think he

seem to really show what he’s thinking as he simply looks down at something on his desk, giving me a

says, I know Kenneth

good I guess.’ I say. ‘What if he figures out what I

his gaze fixed on Royce once more. ‘I’m going to leave that to you to decide… if you feel you can trust him, and want to tell

the fact he said that means

Rivers. You know that Kat’s leaving don’t you?”

to think she’ll actually be

twins, we have always been close to each

carelessly. “Yup, I do, which means we need to

have school tomorrow don’t go out on a

phased

your time, Alpha

Goody two shoes.

Dad takes his hand, giving it a

to call…” Dad says, before

that might actually work out better. Since you owe me a lot of money, we can settle it over dinner. And maybe I will still

until tomorrow. I’ll be tending to a few matters anyway, and I’ll be watching you.” He says, his dark eyes piercing into Annoying… glad he gave me the

begrudgingly, and he gives Royce a nod before walking to the door. He opens it, glancing back

you fucking

discuss something with sir,” I

that sounds so damn

on his face before he nods. “Don’t be late

My heart skips a beat under Dad’s intense gaze, but

moment the door shuts, I

at school a secret.” I hiss, knowing that Dad’s

but I don’t think your father’s going to care or do anything about it. You two are always attached at the hip anyway- I mean, checking your past records that cat has been in the school pretty often.” He responds confidently, leaning against his

of the files to the side, his hair falling

to meet you?” I ask, wanting to know exactly what

I’m treated like a matter of

He says, running his fingers through his hair,

isn’t any reason for it, I was

me some pointers to

me, wondering what else he had told Dad. I know I’m overreacting, but I don’t like

treating me like I’m some sort of- just stop treating me like a child.” I growl, my eyes flash and I’m about to turn and walk off when he grabs hold of my elbow,