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.

that you’re here.” He says quietly, a small smile lingering on his

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 before she moves back. “Well, that’s

really, I heard what happened to mini-Lucifer, glad she’s ok

me. “Dante, my boyfriend,

Boyfriend. I like that.

I am not sure if I

reply for a moment, as if not

his forehead for a second before his head dips a little and I

Don’t be rude, take his hand.” Skyla growls, clearly offended just when I

says, glancing at

Strange fellow.

hesitantly as if touching me is going to hurt, and

burn, it’s just a handshake.”

a brow,

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

and I know behind those sunglasses he’s looking at me. Through them,

light

a stance.’ A woman’s ethereal voice

allowed favourites…’ A powerful male voice follows, one that

too fast and for

golden glow around me, and then time seems

and an intense wave of energy blasts off me and to

Oh, shoot!

I instantly cup the back of her head, pulling her into my chest, making sure no flying piece of glass

done. The