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…

Dad asks through the mind link, still sounding annoyed as he snaps me back to

As a teacher?

strong

man…

aura… That shit ain’t normal. I want to know what Ken-fucking -Arden is hiding. And trust me, he kept these two

telling me to spy

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

one brother. I need to stop thinking of Royce

Focus girl.

keep an

he

to really show what he’s thinking as he simply looks down at something on his desk, giving me a chance to drool over that side profile

his father.’ Dad says, I know Kenneth is on

‘What if he figures out

to leave that to you to decide… if you feel you can trust him, and want to tell him, then you can go ahead. I will trust your

he said that means he

go and finish off with Rivers. You know that Kat’s leaving don’t you?” Dad asks me out

think she’ll

have always been close to

carelessly. “Yup, I do, which means we

on a fucking school night.” Dad replies

me how he doesn’t seem phased by Dad’s aura at all,

your time, Alpha

Goody two shoes.

too. Dad takes his hand, giving it a shake before he

Dad says, before glancing at me. “No fucking partying. I’ll take you and Kat out for dinner

work out better. Since you owe me a lot of money, we can

I’ll be watching you.” He says, his dark eyes piercing into Annoying… glad he gave me the heads up though. I’ll behave

gives Royce a nod before walking to the door. He opens

you fucking

need to discuss something

sounds

us, a small frown on his face before he nods. “Don’t be

and I nod. My heart skips a beat under Dad’s intense gaze, but Royce

shuts, I turn to him

I hiss, knowing that Dad’s hearing was impressive and if it’s anything like mine, even soundproof doors

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 desk once

a few of the files to the side, his hair falling in front

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

when I’m treated like a matter

He says, running

it, I was behaving in

thought he could give me some pointers to what might

better of me, wondering what else he had told Dad. I

and I’m about to turn and walk off when he grabs hold of my elbow, stopping me