The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 150

Uninvited Guests

SKYLA.

We reach the venue soon enough, and it is as beautiful as its name. The entire building is made of mainly crystal glass, with pearlescent pillars and beams.

The witches are surrounding it, blending into the shadows of the trees and archways.

Most are outside…

Perfect.

“The witches think the attack will come from the outside, don’t they?’ I say through the link as the doors shut behind us.

‘Yeah, and it fucking will for the most part, but once we’re in those outside will be locked out and those inside, inside. No fucking witch can stop us from crashing that fucking engagement, ‘Dad’s growl comes.

I can’t help but smile slightly. (2

Never have I been happier to hear Grump Bear’s growl. 2

‘Care to share why the fuck you sprung the idea

of getting engaged to him? A tad fucking extreme, don’t you think?’ he asks.

‘Because Gherkin Dick is conceited. I needed

something extreme to make it more believable.’ I reply. ‘I’ll see you guys soon,’

‘Soon.’ Kataleya’s soft voice comes as I take a deep breath.

Aleric looks at me sharply and I smile as warmly as I can as we step into the open hall of the crystal gardens. The huge dome above reflects thousands of rays of light.

It’s… breathtaking. Damn, I never knew the Arden’s had such a stunning place…

I’m admiring the dancing rays of light when something pops out to me. Within it, dancing subtly along the chandeliers and vines of roses and ivy, Bastet’s sign jumps out at me.

How clever…

This place is hooked up… with Bastet’s symbols everywhere,’ I murmur.

‘Let’s just say Raihana, Maria, Catherine, Delsanra, and the younger girls worked the

entire night to make sure it is not lacking in any way.’ Mama explains appreciatively.

‘I owe them,’ I say quietly.

‘We all do.’ Mama says.

‘Your fucker has a message for you,’ Dad grumbles. ‘But it’s not fucking import-‘ 201

‘He says he loves you, and not long now. Await the signal and believe in yourself.’ Mama takes

over from Dad. (1

‘And that you know how to control your Lycan,

trust your heart. That poetic shit irritates the fuck out of me,’ Dad says unhappily. ‘And there was no need to add the other shit, Amore Mio.’ 6

I almost snicker.

end the link and

comes, making Dad growl.

can multitask.’ He

we’re ready.’

intervenes.

you guys soon.’ I reply as I glance around the

of the

and other important alphas and

Keith says, being the first to approach

the snakes are

on the engagement.”

Aleric shakes

try not to scoff, for someone who

on proving me a criminal he

changed his tune.

put on a front that makes a few people look

can see the concern in their eyes, knowing this isn’t me. There’s worry on others’ faces and blind excitement

can be seen from how they are

here, but his eyes are filled with worry. For as long as I remember he’s stood by Dad’s

like the old, wrinkled fig.

passes me a drink and I pretend to sip it.

just as Aleric steps up on the low stage, a smirk on his arrogant

celebrate a momentous occasion! My engagement to the beautiful Skyla Rossi, the

Rossi. A man I still respect, despite him not giving us his blessings. Nothing can stand in the way of something created by the moon

Bla bla bla. 1

people even

acknowledge that my father has indeed disobeyed the laws

Totaly bullshitter.

Even his father’s die-hard followers seem to be nodding slowly, realising he is their new ally. The next

who were

his words.

smart, I’ll give him

am disappointed to call myself his son, disappointed that I have a rapist

brother!”

How dare-

Dante’s smooth

swirling my wine in

Calmness…

next Alpha. To

the doors slam open, and my heart skips a beat when the familiar scents of my family

be fucking getting engaged to

cold voice booms through

Dad!

there, dressed in black, a

face. A cigarette in one hand, the other around Mama’s waist. His burning red eyes trained on Aleric, who is unable

guests lower their heads to Dad. He’s still the

they like that

did you…” Aleric trails

they got past the

Loser…

gaze runs over me and his brow

I’m covered up?’ I ask humourlessly,

it, but no, not like

and I smile gracefully. Turning