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

As a teacher?

He’s strong though.’

a man…

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

me to spy

on him when he’s showering? I wouldn’t

one brother. I need to stop

Focus girl.

an

he isn’t trustworthy?’

are mind- linking, but he doesn’t seem 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

says, I know Kenneth is on the

I guess.’ I say. ‘What if he figures

once more. ‘I’m going to leave that to you to decide… if you feel you

he said that means he doesn’t mind

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

hurts to think she’ll actually

always been

nod carelessly. “Yup, I do, which means

school tomorrow don’t go out on a

too, and it intrigues me how he doesn’t seem phased by Dad’s aura

you for your time, Alpha Alejandro.” He

Goody two shoes.

I stand up too. Dad takes his hand, giving it a shake before he takes out his

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

might actually work out better. Since you owe me a lot of money,

about that. I’m in town 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 heads

before walking to the door. He opens it, glancing back at

fucking coming?”

to discuss something

that sounds so damn

us, a small frown on his

a beat under Dad’s intense gaze, but Royce doesn’t

shuts, I turn to him

keep Malevolent being at school a secret.” I hiss, knowing that Dad’s hearing was impressive and if it’s anything like mine, even soundproof doors won’t

going to care or do anything about it. You two are always attached at the hip anyway- I mean, checking

looks down as he moves a few of the files to the side, his hair falling in

did he come to meet you?” I ask, wanting

people talking about me. I hate when I’m treated like a matter of

running

for it,

could give me some pointers to what

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

eyes flash and I’m about to turn and walk off when he grabs hold of my elbow, stopping me from leaving, as he forcefully turns me