The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin novel Chapter 74

ROYCE.

My eyes flash as I look at her sharply.

“You don’t mean that… What did he say to you?” I ask, my suspicions confirmed. “Answer me Skyla.”

“Just the truth,” she responds bitterly, but I can hear the sadness in her voice.

“His opinion is not the truth.” I answer, clenching my jaw. Despite my anger, I caress her cheek gently.

Don’t push me away…

“Dante… knows a lot.”

“He isn’t God.” I counter coldly.

She scoffs lightly.

“He kinda is….” She murmurs, her eyes glistening with tears, her voice breaking as she continues. “What he says is mostly true. He said I’ll destroy you, and I probably will.”

Destroy me?

“I don’t believe that. Even the gods are not always correct. I will fight all odds for you Skyla, ask me for anything and it’s yours. If destruction is what my future is, then so be it, because there are no others by whose hands I would want to be destroyed.”

I let go of her, and gently take her hands in mine, I hold them to my chest as I gaze into her eyes.

“Yet you are not my destruction, but my life. You make me want to become the person I was destined to be. I have let far too much time pass by, selfishly. But the moment I realised I had fallen in love with you, the moment I realised you are all that I need, I realised I want to be the king I was born to be…”

I’ve never felt so… vulnerable.

A part of me feared sharing my feelings, knowing I shouldn’t burden her with how deeply I care for her, but right now, she needed the assurance. She has lived alone in a way where she hid her emotions and feelings, and despite being surrounded by so many loved ones; she was still alone.

Any time she let someone close, the fear of hurting them made her keep them at a distance. I need her to realise that she need not do the same with me.

I am hers, and hers alone, because I know that this kind of love only happens once…

I will live in the moment and cherish each one with her… for I will always be hers.

I take a slow breath as I continue.

“I love you with everything I have and everything I do not. I love you more than words can measure…. I am yours, Skyla Silara Rossi. Only yours until my last breath and I assure you, you will not destroy me.”

She closes her eyes, taking a shuddering breath as her tears trickle down her cheeks, she’s trembling slightly and I know she hates being vulnerable but tonight… I hope she realises she can let down every barrier, whatever happens between us, every raw part of her that she displays will be kept shielded by me.

Leaning down, I kiss her forehead softly, letting my lips linger on her forehead as I inhale her scent deeply.

She tilts her head up and gazes into my eyes.

“I… I love you too… Fuck I do.” She whispers, placing her hands on my chest. A wave of warmth washes over me and I feel content.

When she said those words… there was a confidence in her eyes and that’s all I need.

I can’t help but smile as I caress her wrists, cocking a brow.

“I’m thrilled you do… so, since we’re on the same page, don’t let anything ever let you doubt that, and unless you genuinely want it, don’t suggest breaking up, because I’ll know if you mean it or not.”

She smirks, but nods.

We fall silent for a moment before she speaks. “Love… it’s a crazy kind of feeling…”

“Yeah… it’s intense.”

“This is the longest I’ve gone without my vials. When I’m with you, it doesn’t feel like I’m drowning, or feeling suffocated by my Lycan… she’s at peace… she likes you.” She says. “Like I know wolves have emotions but Lycans are one with their human counterparts. Do I sound weird? You get what I’m saying, right?”

Vials?

“Not at all, because although wolves’ emotions are prominent, I feel so are Lycans. They just seem to blend with their human sides differently. It ultimately means you and your Lycan side both like me. I couldn’t be happier to hear it… yet, of course…” I take hold of her chin, running my finger along her bottom lip. “I loved your confession even more.”

A faint blush coats her cheeks before she scoffs. “Don’t get used to it, I don’t fucking do mushy.” She says lightly, hitting my chest as she pouts.