The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 71

Chapter 71. Touched by a God

ROYCE.

What on earth…

The hair at the back of my neck stands on edge and I break the kiss, turning towards the door, my eyes flashing.

Then, I hear it.

The footfalls, albeit quiet, seem to ring in my head and I frown.

I’ve never felt such power…

Someone steps into the entrance and I find myself looking at a tall, muscular, well-built man that isn’t just omitting an immense aura, but he himself is the entity of pure power.

He must be nearly 7 feet tall, with a head full of black curls. He’s wearing sunglasses despite being inside and he has an angled jaw and a light stubble. He’s dressed in black jeans, boots and a baggy t-shirt with a few necklaces, one that stands out with a crystal at the end.

His attention is on us. The power radiating off him is so intense that even Malevolent wakes up and runs off to the corner, hiding under a table before curling up and settling to sleep again.

“I seem to be intruding.” He says, raising a brow, and I realise Skyla is still in my lap. I lift her off and stand up, as does Skyla.

“Dante, you’re here.” Skyla says.

I turn sharply to the man, realising it’s the King’s son. The mysterious Dante Rossi who remains hidden away from the world, and I can see why. He’s a powerhouse…. And there’s something about him that isn’t… normal.

If we class werewolves, lycans and witches as normal.

you’re here.” He

brow as they both close the

tightly, kissing the top of her head. His smile fades and I wonder what’s going

mini-Lucifer, glad she’s ok

turn to me. “Dante, my boyfriend, Royce. Royce, my

Boyfriend. I like that.

hand. I am not sure

doesn’t reply for a moment, as if not sure how

a frown crosses his forehead for a second before his head

growls, clearly offended just when I was about to

for being… rude.” He says, glancing at his sister and smirking before

Strange fellow.

out hesitantly as if touching me is going to

just

a brow, and then his hand connects

power come forward. The entire room seems to mute out,

seems to defy gravity as his head snaps up, and I know behind those sunglasses he’s looking at me. Through them, I can faintly make out his red orbs. Orbs

golden light fills my

woman’s ethereal voice sounds in my mind, one filled with

male voice follows, one that makes me bow

too fast and for a

golden glow around me, and then time seems to

pulling my hand from his, and an intense wave of energy blasts off me and to my

Oh, shoot!

of her head, pulling her into my chest, making sure no flying piece of glass shard comes near her as

damage has been done.