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 have just cut him open, and he’s completely

if you spar to win? Do you aim to

holding back and just fight. I can handle broken bones. Give

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

consider sparring

dance?” I question,

dance of perfection… fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you can see the

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

of

The one who fought with skill

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

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

body behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and his hand snakes around my

not a competition. …” He murmurs,

I say, tossing my hair back as I

not a match; the aim is not to win; I have to remember

focus on his moves. The aim is to block and counter in

twisting my arm as he tries to pin my arm behind my back, but I turn myself,

flip over, grabbing his shoulder. Only for him

those grey eyes. There’s no hostility or arrogance in them, and

fun… He

before I spin as fast as I can, hooking my leg around his

curses as he

I tease, as

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

grab my ankle and yanks me back. I turn, and he grunts when my knee hits his chest. I

adds, grabbing my thighs with his large hands and holding me

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

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