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,

asked if you spar to win? Do you aim

arms. “Obviously. So, stop holding back and just

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

not try to consider sparring

dance?” I

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

circles “We do… but it

need to think with your mind, act with control… Just once, I want you to treat this

about the Alpha Gen X games back when we first got talking in that chat room. Debating over

a dance of art. Let the

The one who fought

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

our light flirting… I look at Royce and make up my mind.

behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact. I give a nod and

and act… but remember this is not a competition. …” He murmurs,

dance then.” I say, tossing my hair back as I run at

match; the aim is not to win; I have to remember that important

moves. The

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

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

rising until I look into those grey eyes. There’s

fun… He isn’t

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

as he

tease, as I yank his

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

me back. I

adds, grabbing my

him the upper hand, and he takes it, trying to throw me onto the ground over his head, but I grab a fistful of his hair, slamming his head between my knees and

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