The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 73

More Than My Expectations

ROYCE.

I don’t know exactly what happened between the siblings, but when Skyla’s face lost all colour, and I saw the guilt and regret in her eyes, I had had enough. Standing up, I had excused us and led her out of the room.

She refused to speak and instead had led the way upstairs to her bedroom where Kiara had told us, she had placed some fresh items of clothes for me.

The moment the door shut behind us, I locked it and then turned to Skyla, who walked over to her walk-in closet and began rummaging for something. Her movements are rushed, and she’s knocking things as she does.

“I’ll shower first if that’s ok.” She says, as I hear something fall and break. I walk to the closet, sensing her aura rising fast.

Her claws have come out and I can see the white hair beginning to sprout from her arms, and the hair on her head is beginning to turn white.

“Sky.”

She ignores me as she bends down, cursing as she picks up the ceramic box she has broken.

“Fuck.” She mutters as it cuts into her finger. Instantly I’m by her side, removing her hands from the box.

“Skyla.” I repeat gently, but she stands up and turns away.

She’s avoiding me.

I pick up the broken pieces, placing them aside, not wanting her to hurt herself.

She turns, holding a towel and some blue lingerie, which I notice a little too much. She grabs something denim, something that looks like a jacket before she bundles it up and I cock a brow. She’s not paying attention to what she’s doing.

“Love.” I say, grabbing hold of her elbow as she tries to walk past me and I spin her around to face me. “What happened?”

I look down at her. Her eyes are blazing plum, her heart thudding as she looks at me with such pain, I can almost feel it. Almost as if her pain is mine.

“I just… need a moment. Please.” She whispers, almost pleadingly.

“Alright…” I say, but before I give her what she wants, I have to tell her it’s going to be alright. “Whatever he said, Love… don’t let it get to you.”

She looks away and I know she doesn’t believe me. I let go of her elbow, cupping her face and tilt it up.

Our eyes meet and I hide my surprise when I notice the glistening of tears in them.

A sliver of irritation rushes through me.

ask, trying to keep my voice

her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m going

one arm around her waist, the

slowly begins to kiss me back, a soft moan leaving

like her not to tell me what’s

mouth makes me

has a vulnerable side that she hides from the world, but

call him out on it, and I probably will before I leave

she isn’t

kiss passionately, and after a few moments, she gasps for air, and I

eyes are back to their gorgeous green, but she’s still not

smile before she pulls away and heads to

fact she isn’t sharing makes

on. I can still hear her thumping

brother, it almost felt like a wall

have never been weak or dull, but

replay in

the way his eyes had shifted to

when the darkness tries to destroy you, remember

get the feeling he was

rage, she is far from darkness …. But it could mean a lot more… I know

and walk around the room. It’s modern

striking, I can see Skyla in this room. There is champagne colour bedding with a few

entrance of her room, which

toys as well as a magnificent

on her cat bed, which looks like a miniature four-poster bed. That’s truly fit for a

table, aside from a lot of make-up there’s nothing much there and I move on to her reading

or not, we both read and although I may not find the time as much as I would hope to, finding a good book to get lost

the one I want to spend all my free time with, to get lost in her presence, regardless of what she

madly and deeply in love and despite how beautiful that may sound, it’s also intense. To know that

down those walls until I didn’t even know

her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia… Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads

but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, Pride

first book in the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering how Anne was the feistiest

flip through the book

scent invades my senses and I can’t help

my book collection?” She asks the obvious and I stand up, looking down at the clothbound