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.

look at him, seeing the sweat that coats his body, the blood tainting the air… I have just cut him open, and

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

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

arms, mirroring my stance as he tilts his head and cocks a brow. “The

to consider sparring as a

dance?” I

fluid moves, calculated attacks, smooth reflexes and above all, you

fight to kill and fight to protect, not for fun.” I counter, as he circles “We do… but it is also an

more….. 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.”

Alpha Gen X games back when we

a dance of art.

had been right. The one who fought with

to Reign that I wanted to spar with him

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

feel the heat of his body behind me and I turn my head forward, breaking eye contact.

erupt across my skin as his finger 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 my face before

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

aim is not to win; I have to remember that

and I focus on his moves. The aim

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

grabbing his shoulder. Only for him to grip my wrist and flip me over his shoulders

those grey eyes. There’s

fun… He isn’t

as fast as I can, hooking my leg around his and pulling it from under

He curses as he

as

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

the ground over his head, but I

of my thighs, only for