The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin novel Chapter 31

SKYLA.

The morning has passed by damn slowly. I’ve been itching to get my hands on Aleric, and my anger has begun bubbling again.

Royce’s words from last night are replaying again and again and it’s only getting to me.

I don’t even know how I’m going to face him later for training… I might bail for today. I don’t think I can handle being in his proximity…

I zoomed through the first three lessons without even bothering to play up or waste time. Lost in thought as I get the work done with ease. The quicker I’m done, the better.

The moment the bell rings, I grab my books, and my tote bag that Malevolent has been curled in all day and rush from the room before anyone else even rises from their seat.

Now to find that dick.

“Skyla!”

I stop mid-step, spotting none other than Ahren, my nephew? I pause for a moment, second-guessing that.

I swear this family is so damn big and tied from every damn angle that I forgot who is banging who and who created what demon’s spawn. But he’s definitely my nephew… he’s Rayhan’s son. Yes. Cousin’s son.

“Yo, what ya want?” I say, plonking my hand on top of his curls. Damn, when did he get so big?

“I have something for you.” He says, stepping away from my hand.

Is it a coincidence that he has something for me today?

I narrow my eyes, watching him suspiciously.

“Unless it’s the souls of children or the hearts of babies, I don’t want it.” I say. He smiles slightly, his eyes glinting.

“I’m afraid no matter how delicious those might be, I come with something else.” I smirk. I would give him a good tackle, but I have all these damn books.

“I like your humour. Now tell me, fellow soul eater, what do you have for me today?” I ask as I fall in step with him as other kids start rushing from the classroom.

He may be years younger, but he’s definitely on par when it comes to the aura he’s emanating.

He holds up a small pouch. “Mom said to wear it. It’s soothing... or something along those lines.”

I clenched my jaw as I take the pouch from him, all amusement vanishing as my eyes flash.

Something to subdue me?

“Sure.” I say, trying to hide my irritation. I bet this was Mama or Dad’s doing.

Why the fuck do they have to butt in?

“You’ll wear it?” He asks.

Was he told to make sure I put it on?

I look him over, sizing him up. He’s very lean, and his build is different from most male werewolves. Where most are muscular, he has an almost slender, graceful build.

He’s something else… I see it. Every time I see him, he’s changing… evolving, and he doesn’t smell like a werewolf… not at all.

He has the blood of three separate species running through him, but I’m not sure what he is because men aren’t witches… that leaves demons and werewolves. Maybe a hybrid…

He gives me a small, closed-mouth smile, knowing I’m watching him.

“I will.” I concede before I give him a wave and head to my locker.

No, I ain’t fucking wearing shit, I’m angry again and I’m going to channel all this rage toward that dumb Arden who couldn’t keep it in his damn mouth just as he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

That can be said for me too, but at least I don't kiss and tell.

Dumping my books in my locker, I sneak Malevolent out and feed her one of her pouches out behind the bleachers and then I head to the cafeteria…

Reaching it, I realise it’s at the peak of its busiest time and I scan the hall full of students and a couple of staff members hoping to find him.

Come on…. Please be here…