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.

that coats his body, the blood tainting the air… I

win? Do you aim to win?” He

my arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and just fight. I can handle broken bones. Give me your

my stance as he tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The aim isn’t

try to consider sparring

dance?” I

have you ever watched two martial artists compete? A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you

counter, as he circles “We do… but it is also an art, and only the ones who have perfected

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.”

and I remember something Reign said about the Alpha Gen X

of

had been right. The one who fought with

I remember saying to Reign that I wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as

smile, missing our light flirting… I look at Royce and make up my mind. I’ll imagine Royce is

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.

is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side

then.” I say, tossing my hair back

aim is not to win; I have

on his moves.

twisting my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself, ducking as I free myself and try

and I lunge forward, aiming a punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to grip my wrist and flip me over

anger rising until I look into those grey eyes.

just for fun…

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

as he stumbles.

as I

are you!” He counters, swiping my

jump, stumbling, but he manages to grab my ankle and yanks me back. I turn, and he grunts when my knee hits his

He adds, grabbing my thighs with his large hands and

distracted, giving him the upper hand, and he takes it, trying to throw me onto the ground over his head, but I grab

or I snap your neck, Arden.” I growl breathlessly, as he grabs the back of my thighs, only for us both to tense. Only