The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 24

A Dance

SKYLA.

Night has fallen, and I am getting dressed for dinner with Dad, Kat, and Royce. I don’t know why Dad invited him, but it makes me wonder if he ended up hearing us in the

office earlier. I hadn’t heard his footsteps; I had been far too distracted… plus his hearing is better than mine… but there’s a high chance he didn’t hear.

I sigh as I pull on a fresh pair of panties, my mind returning to our earlier training session. I had ended up hurting him again in the first half of the session.

Why do I always lose it?

He wants me to calm myself when I begin to get riled up… and today he hadn’t defended himself, in hopes I’d be able to stop myself, but I didn’t I couldn’t.

He had had to step back at the last moment, and if he hadn’t, I would have scarred that sexy body of his permanently.

Great…

I put on some earrings, unable to stop myself from thinking about the second half of our session. The guilt and panic had almost made me tell him my truth and my heart skips a beat as the memory replays in my mind…

(FLASHBACK – TRAINING EARLIER)

“I… I should go. This is a mistake. You can’t help me. I’m just going to hurt you. I say, turning away, but I don’t get far, only for him to spin me around.

“It’s fine, relax. I’m fine. You’re doing great.” He says calmly.

Is he for real? I’m fucking messing it all up!

“Am I?” I scoff in disbelief. “You’re delusional, or plain stupid.”

“Tell me Skyla, do you spar to win?” Royce says as he lets go of me and picks up his phone.

“What?” I ask, as he switches on some music and sets the volume low loud enough so we can hear it, but not loud enough to give me a headache.

I like this song.

coats his body, the blood tainting the air… I have just cut him open, and he’s

you spar to win? Do you aim to win?” He

holding back and just fight. I can handle broken

tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The aim isn’t to break

to consider

dance?” I question,

two martial artists compete? A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you can see the art that it is.”

for fun.” I counter, as he circles “We

I know that in a real battle, it’s the survival and rage that fuels one… but in many cases, you need to think with your mind, act with control… Just once, I want you to treat this as a dance.” He says, stopping behind me

a beat and I remember something Reign said about the Alpha Gen X

is a dance of art.

been right. The one

turning and looking into his eyes. I remember saying to Reign that I wanted to spar with him someday… He

help but smile, missing our light flirting… I look at Royce and

can feel the heat of his body behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and his hand snakes around my waist, brushing my stomach.

curls around my waist. He sure has big hands “The aim is to enjoy it, counter, assess, and act… but remember this is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side of

I say, tossing my hair

win; I have to remember that important

his moves. The aim is to

catches my fist in his hand, twisting my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I

forward, aiming a punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him

I look into those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or arrogance in them, and I find

fun… He isn’t mocking

of his arms, elbowing him in his stomach, before I spin as fast as I can,

curses as

I tease, as I

swiping my legs from under me, as he hits the floor.

me back. I turn, and he grunts

my thighs with

onto the ground over his head, but I grab a

he grabs the back of my thighs, only for us both to tense. Only then realising we are in