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.

his body, the blood tainting the air…

to win? Do you

stop holding back and just

his arms, mirroring my stance as he tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The aim isn’t to break bones but

try to consider sparring as

I

compete? A dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above

not for fun.” I counter, as he circles “We do… but it is also an art, and only the ones who

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 as he leans closer. “Tell

about the Alpha Gen X games back when we first

dance of

had been right. The one who

eyes. I remember saying to Reign that I wanted to spar with him someday… He had said absolutely, as long as it was in

at Royce and make up my mind. I’ll imagine

the heat of his body behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and his hand

aim is to enjoy it, counter, assess, and act… but remember this is not a competition. …” He murmurs, his hair tickling the side of my face before he suddenly lets go of me, grabbing my elbow as he spins me out

say, tossing my hair back

a match; the aim is not to win; I have to remember that important part. Try to

moves. The aim is to

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

punch. He ducks, and I flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to grip my

frown, feeling my anger rising until I look into those grey eyes. There’s

for fun… He isn’t

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

curses as

dancing.” I tease, as I

down, love, so are you!” He counters, swiping my legs from under me, as he hits

me back. I turn, and he grunts

He adds, grabbing my thighs with his large

and for a second, I’m distracted, giving him the upper hand, and he takes it, trying to throw me onto the ground over

or I snap your neck, Arden.” I growl breathlessly, as he grabs the back of my thighs, only for us both to tense. Only then realising we are in a pretty compromising