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.

here.” He says

both close the gap

her tightly, kissing the top of her head. His smile fades and I wonder what’s going through his mind as he gives her a squeeze

to mini-Lucifer, glad she’s ok

“Dante, my boyfriend, Royce. Royce,

Boyfriend. I like that.

I say, offering my hand. I am not sure if I should address him as Alpha, but it’s

a moment, as if

frown crosses his forehead for a second before his

rude, take his hand.” Skyla growls, clearly

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

Strange fellow.

going to

just a handshake.” I

a

entire room seems to mute

snaps up, and I know behind those sunglasses he’s looking at me. Through them, I can faintly make out his red orbs. Orbs that

golden light

are taking a stance.’ A woman’s ethereal voice sounds in my mind, one

am allowed favourites…’ A powerful male voice follows, one that makes me bow my

for a second, I

a golden glow around me,

his, and an intense wave of energy blasts off me and to my utter

Oh, shoot!

gasps shielding her face and I instantly cup the back of her head, pulling her into my chest, making sure no

been done. The entire glass-panelled