The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin novel Chapter 13

SKYLA.

I see its shadow loom in the tiny window, which is far too small for it to fit through. Heck, I just about managed to fit! Thank god I’m not blessed with Mama’s curves or my ass wouldn’t have fitted through that damn window and that snake would have had my ass for dinner. Can you just imagine me walking around with my ass bitten off? I'll probably be dead soon after.

Silently I climb into the bathtub, shuddering at the thought. I can feel that chilling aura grow, and I can hear its breathing outside. Silently I place my hand over Malevolent’s mouth, steadying my breathing as I lie down in the bath, not wanting to be seen…

Go away…

I hear a distant, powerful growl that makes my heart soar. Is someone out there? I hear a hiss before something huge slams into the side of the cottage, not once, but twice.

Fuck!

I flinch, praying the walls hold, and I’m about to run from the bathroom, but suddenly there’s silence.

Exhaling deeply, I wait for a few moments about to get up when I hear footsteps.

Human footsteps…

Control… I can feel my Lycan wanting to burst forward, but its anger won’t help. I can’t let anyone know what I am… I close my eyes before the footsteps fade away and I quietly sit up. Glancing towards the window, I slowly pad to the door and rush out to the main hall. Running to the front door, I quickly shut it, locking it.

I need to block up the back window. I run my fingers through my hair, letting out a shaky breath.

I stare down at myself. It’s so cold I can feel it in my bones, and I can see the wound that I had gotten when its fang had managed to scrape me is still bleeding. I frown, looking at the side of my breast that isn’t seeming to heel. That’s where it’s fang got me…

“Meow?” Malevolent watches me.

“Oh it’s ok my little minion, it’s just a scratch… and we can’t tell Dad or he’ll be placing me in a bloody cage made of gold or something.” I shiver, damn why do I feel so cold?

She jumps from my arm, nudging my ankles as she brushes against me.

I frown as I stagger to the kitchen to grab the first aid box. I’m exhausted. I drop onto the chair, opening the box with shaking hands. Hopefully, it’s not poison. I apply some cleansing herbs, although the label says it’s more for wolfsbane and silver. I clean away all the blood. Ah well, it’ll be fine. I place a square bandage on the side of my breast when there’s a knock on the door, making me freeze.

Who the hell would be here at this time? Maybe it’s one of Prescott’s guards. I did hear that growl earlier. My heart thuds trying to figure out a story as I rush to the bedroom and grab one of my satin nightgowns. I put it on, tie the belt and spray a good amount of perfume on top to get rid of any lingering smell of blood and head to the door, I pause glancing in the small mirror that hangs on the wall and practice my most sleepy face.

Perfect.

I walk to the door and pull it open keeping my eyes half hooded as I look at the man standing there, all fake sleep vanishes when they fly open staring sharply at none other than Royce, crouching on the step, holding my phone that I must have dropped earlier.