The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin

Skyla Silara Rossi is the 18-year-old daughter of the Lycan King himself. She attends Midnight Academy, a place that is a safe haven for the supernatural, but for Skyla, it’s not enough. She still doesn’t fit in.

Unable to control the power and rage of her beast, she isolates herself from the world. With each passing year, her Lycan is getting stronger. Becoming harder for the young princess to mingle with those who have now come to fear her.

This year, there’s something different that awaits her return to the Academy, in the form of two sizzling Alpha males.

Aleric and Royce Arden are the twin sons of the Alpha of The Shadow Wolves Pack. With blond hair and icy grey eyes, the twins are walking gods, ones that any girl would desire. Even Skyla Rossi.

Coming from a pack that holds its own secrets, they both have come to the academy as new teachers. Each with his own hidden intentions. Yet when their lives intertwine with the Lycan Princess, everything is thrown upside down.

A relationship between a student and a teacher must be kept a secret, especially when it involves the King’s daughter.

Skyla spells trouble and danger, but can the wild Rossi be tamed, or will her emotions and power, mixed with betrayal, destroy her forever?

In a dance of lust, lies, and forbidden desires, will Skyla find her knight in shining armour, or will the Arden Princes be her ultimate downfall?

A Feisty Lycan Princess, a Charming Science Professor and a Sexy Broody Trainer; what could go wrong?

Oh yes… everything.

Book 3 of the Rossi Legacies

Book 1 & 2 are under the title Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire.

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1. On My Own

SKYLA.

Music blares from the car radio and I’m enjoying the wind that whips through my hair. I look at the satnav and resist a yawn, massaging the back of my neck.

There is nothing more satisfying than realising you are free - free of the image you were morphed into, no longer hidden behind the shield your parents created for you. Freedom is what I saw when my pack territory disappeared in the rear vision mirror.

No more watchful eyes, no more scared whispers to try to ignore. I can finally put what happened behind me, or so I hope. The past sometimes seems to latch onto me like a damn leech, coming back to haunt me. Coming back to serve as a reminder. One slip up, and I might not be as lucky as last time. I hate to think what would have happened if mama didn’t get there in time. If she hadn’t saved him… I might not be here right now.

Less than an hour left now… it’s been a long drive from The Night Walkers Pack, home to me and my family. I wish that I didn’t have to resort to this, leaving for the edge of town near Midnight Academy, which I will attend in a week’s time.

My twin sister will live in the dorms, but after what happened at the end of last year, I can’t risk it. Since I’ve turned eighteen, I don’t know why, but it’s getting harder to control it.

I slow down a little, signalling left and changing lanes. This town isn’t huge. It’s only a ten-minute drive from the Academy. The town is part of The Luminaria Pack territory. A pack that isn’t too big, but the Alpha is someone Dad trusts. The Alpha’s father was also one of the elders on Dad’s council before he passed away.

Alpha Prescott is an honest man and lives to please my father. He had even offered to allow me to stay in his house and Dad was up for that idea, but I wasn’t. I want to stop relying on my father and everyone else. The entire point of moving out of the academy dorms is to be isolated from others.

This is my chance to step out from my father’s shadow, but that is kind of hard to do when you’re the daughter of the Lycan King himself.

“What do you think, Malevolent? Do you think we’re going to enjoy this place?” I ask, caressing the silky black fur of my green-eyed cat as she sits on the passenger seat.

Malevolent, she’s my ride-or-die chic. This little kitty has been with me since I was a kid. My dad got her for me, and since then we are inseparable. We could even pass as siblings. I mean, I have black hair and green eyes too.

She purrs and I find myself smiling at her. She’s totally going to love this place. Pets aren’t allowed at the academy after all. Of course, Malevolent always went with me, but she has to stay hidden. I slam my foot on the brake, realising I almost missed my stop, and Malevolent hisses in annoyance as she almost tumbles onto the floor.

I smirk as I turn and wind up the window, before I turn the engine off. Scooping Malevolent up in my arms, I get out of the car and stare at the small cottage that sits nestled between the trees. A low fence surrounds the front, along with some hedges that are rather overgrown. Smiling, I push open the rickety gate and make my way up the gravelled path to the door. A new start.

This place also belongs to the Alpha of the Luminaria Pack, and it’s the only reason Dad has agreed for me to live here, alone. Kataleya, my twin, had offered to stay with me, but I know she loves the academy and spends hours after classes in the library. It isn’t fair if she has to come out here when she’s part of many after-school clubs.

Stopping at the door where the blue paint is peeling, I kneel and lift the flowerpot and grab the key they told me would be placed there. “Well, Malevolent, let’s see what our new home for senior year looks like.”

Unlocking the door, we step inside, and I look around. It’s quaint, a little old, but it’s clean. The smell of citrus blossoms from cleaning products fills the air, courtesy of the Alpha and Luna I presume. I walk through to the kitchen, and the first thing I spot is the card that sits on the table propped against a ginormous hamper of fruit.

“Meow…” Malevolent purrs, before she leaps off onto the table.

I walk over to the table and pick up the card, I begin to read it out loud in an exaggerated posh accent.

“Dear Skyla,

Welcome to the Luminaria pack. I hope you like your new accommodations; I have made sure to have the pantry and fridge stocked. I want to take the chance to invite you to have a family dinner with us tomorrow night.

PS: We prepared a room in our house for you too, in case you change your mind. Consider our pack and our home your own.

Yours,

Luna April of The Luminaria Pack”

I roll my eyes and sigh.

I guess Prescott isn’t going to just let me stay here in peace. Was this dad’s idea? A way of letting me know they are keeping a watchful eye on me?

I don’t know why they are so adamant for me to stay there. They should know I’m not going to bend to their demands. I don’t care if they want to look out for me; I don’t need them.

This year is about me and what I want for myself. I stare at the note as I pluck a grape from the large bunch that sits in the hamper, and toss it up before catching it between my red lips.

My phone beeps and I take it out of the pocket of my leather jacket, and I raise an eyebrow, staring at the message.

Dad.

‘Hey, you arrived? How do you like the place? Prescott called saying he’s invited you tomorrow night for dinner. Make sure you go.’

I sigh, placing the phone down and leaving Dad on ‘read’.

“Dad, you and Prescott can plan all you want, but I am not going to entertain old goats this year. It’s going to be about me. I’m legally an adult now. I’m done having to obey.”

I walk over to the radio that sits on the counter wondering how old this thing is, but it’s working. Tuning in to a music channel, I blast it so high it hurts my own ears and drowns out my own thoughts. Smirking, I take my jacket off, tossing it onto the chair, and then head back outside again.

Time to get unpacking and get settled in!

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“All done Malevolent!” I say, dropping onto my bed in nothing but a towel since I had just showered. I had managed to get unpacked, and now I pick up my phone.

I skim through my messages from my girls, and then there’s like a ton from Dad, and a couple from Mama. I don’t bother with them, not wanting to hear their concern.

Instead, I roll onto my stomach, logging onto a separate chat app. My heart skips a beat as I look at the little red dot with the number 4 on it.

Four messages…

I bite my lip and click on the chat between me and Reign707.

Reign707: I’ll wait for it. You owe me that picture.

Should I be worried that you haven’t been online for the last twenty or so hours?

Seriously, no reply?

Everything ok? Hit me up when you get the chance. I might be a little worried.

LuciferessX: Awe did you miss me? See, I know I’m so precious, just didn’t realise you’re so needy.

I bite my lip and smirk when I see him typing. So, he was waiting for my message…

Reign707: Amusing. Not. However, where the hell have you been?

I roll onto my back, unable to explain why I feel so giddy talking to him. I had somehow virtually run into him in an online chat room where we were all betting on a match in the Alpha Gen X games, and then we somehow got into a debate. He ended up being right, but it was his cocky ‘I told you so love’ that really hit something inside.

LuciferessX: Moving today, remember?

Reign707: Oh shoot, yeah, you were saying. How’s the new place?

It’s kinda cute how he didn’t really say fuck or shit.

LuciferessX: It’s nice, secluded, in the middle of nowhere. A little cottage in the middle of the woods.

Reign707: Did you know the big bad wolf comes after the little girl in the woods?

LuciferessX: Oh baby, I AM the big bad wolf.

Reign707: Oh yeah, with that tiny body of yours?

I roll my eyes. I may not have shown him my face, not wanting him to somehow recognise me as being the Alpha King’s daughter, but he had seen an image of me posing on a bike with a helmet on, and a couple other half-shots.

LuciferessX: This girl’s got claws and teeth, and I’m not afraid to use both.

If only he knew how dangerous I can be…

Reign707: Who says I don’t enjoy some pain? Maybe I wouldn’t mind you tearing my clothes off with those claws.

Is it possible for my heart to palpitate over a couple of sentences? When we met, I knew he was going through a rough patch in a relationship. He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues.

LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves…

Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo?

Oh yeah!

I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm.

Well, if he wants a picture…

I open my towel and position my tattooed arm over my breasts. Crossing my legs, I raise my phone, tilting my phone so only my lower stomach all the way to my shoulders could be seen as I turn slightly to my right, arching my back a little and take a steamy snap.

I look at it. It’s probably the sexiest image I’ve taken of myself to send to someone, and yeah, I’m about to send it to him.

We’ve been friends… but I don’t know, sometimes I feel there’s something more… Here goes nothing.

LuciferessX: Here you go? What do you think?

I attach the picture and hit send. I feel a twinge of excitement inside, and roll onto my stomach restlessly, watching the little ‘Seen’ notification pop up under the image. I bite my lip, waiting for his reply. There’s a pause… a long pause.

2. A Prince

SKYLA.

Those few seconds feel like forever, until I see the three dots that signal that he’s typing.

Reign707: Wow… I may have a PhD in English, but I’m pretty lost for words right now… The tattoo is far sexier than the draft you sent me last month. Secondly, maybe I’m crossing the line, but you’re even hotter naked, and I didn’t think that was possible.

My stomach flutters and I smirk and text my reply.

LuciferessX: Thanks XD. Soo, do I get a picture in return?

It’s kind of hot in here, and even when I slip between the sheets of my freshly made bed, I still can’t shake that feeling away.

Reign707: I guess it’s only fair, but I’m pre-warning you, I have just consumed a 20” pizza.

LuciferessX: Don’t worry, I’ll keep that in mind when I admire your food baby.

Reign707: Lol

A picture loads and I find myself staring at the most drool-worthy eight-pack I’ve ever seen. Oh damn, he’s sizzling… he’s tanned, and every groove of his chiselled body is perfect… I can see the band of what appears to be some black boxers, and from what I can see, he’s sitting in a black leather chair. One hand has his white tee pulled up, showing that he just took a quick snap right now.

Oh fuck…

Reign707: Lost for words?

And feeling a little bothered?

LuciferessX: Damn, you are totally lickable. Do you taste as good as you look?

I bite my lip, knowing we are crossing into uncharted waters… I’m not sure where we stand. This won’t push him away, will it?

Reign707: I don’t know, want to test me out?

LuciferessX: Don’t tempt the devil with sin.

Reign707: Isn’t it the devil who makes others sin?

LuciferessX: The temptation isn’t easy to deny… so tell me, how are you holding up?

Silence. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him that. I mean, I just killed the mood, but after a few moments, I see he’s typing.

Reign707: Not bad at all. I have someone who keeps me occupied. Plus, a pretty gorgeous picture that’s kind of knocked the ball out of the park.

I bite my lip, running my fingers through my short black hair. I had it cut just last week. I love long hair, but it’s a headache to look after.

LuciferessX: If you ever want to talk about it, you know I’m here.

There’s silence and I wonder if I should send a follow-up. I may have crossed the line, but I’m pretty upfront. I’m thinking what to reply when he’s typing again, and I look at the second message that pops up, and my heart thuds as I read it.

Reign707: I think it’s high time we meet. I want to know the woman who’s ruined my nights.

That could be taken two ways… We text until one of us falls asleep… usually me… or it could mean more…

My heart thumps as I sit up, making Malevolent stir from where she’s sleeping comfortably on the edge of the bed.

Meet…

I want to meet him, I really do, but there’s a part of me that’s worried it will just mark the end for us. If I lose control, if I can’t control my Lycan, I might end up hurting him. That’s why I’m out here and not at the academy dorms.

Reign707: That silence doesn’t sound good, are you afraid? We’ll meet somewhere crowded. You said you moved south. Let’s meet at Dolce Vita. I won’t bite.

I might…

He doesn’t even know where exactly I am. After all, he doesn’t know I’m attending Midnight Academy, I told him I’m moving this way for work…

Yeah, one lie to make sure nothing leads back to who I am. What shall I do? He never told me what pack he’s from and I never told mine either… Would he recognise me?

LuciferessX: Sure. Let’s meet tomorrow at ten?

Reign707: Excellent, see you tomorrow. It’s rather late, you should get some rest.

LuciferessX: Sure, but how will I know it’s you?

Reign707: I’ll recognise you. I’m certain of it.

LuciferessX: Mmm, now that sounds fun.

Reign707: I agree. Goodnight.

We end our conversation and I lie there staring at the ceiling. I’m excited, and a little nervous, but most of all, there’s this fire inside of me. The thrill of meeting him makes any sleepiness vanish.

I slowly sit up and reach for my crossbody bag that sits on the floor near the bed, and lean back against the headboard as I slip my hand inside and pull out a vial of deep purple liquid. The moon shines through the cracks in the blinds and I sigh. As long as nothing triggers me off, I should be ok.

Last year, just before we broke up for the holiday, a group of boys had the audacity to make some lewd marks about my twin Kataleya. The thing is, I may get around and be ok to send my nudes or whatever, but Kataleya is the opposite of me, where I’m dark, dangerous and don’t give a fuck. Kataleya is light, pure, and she’s sensitive. I had lost my shit and my Lycan had taken control… and I almost killed one of them…

I may not see eye to eye with Dad, but the power that a Lycan holds is intense. It’s why I don’t commit to a relationship either, sooner or later they show that fear… fear of me. I need a partner who can handle me. Someone strong enough to not care when I lose my shit, that is what I want. I place the vial back in my bag, and curl up under my duvet.

I am the Alpha King’s daughter. I will learn to control myself. I have to… just the way he learned to.

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The following morning, I leave the house before the sun has even risen. I know one would think you shouldn’t venture out into the woods, but I honestly don’t think you’ll find anything more dangerous than me out there.

I’m in a pair of black sweatpants and a sports bra, and my trainers barely touch the ground as I run through the trees. I’m tempted to shift, but I can’t risk it, especially during the day. I just get back to the house when I stop in my tracks, catching a rich, intoxicating scent. It smells of fresh air, roses and something I can’t place.

A vivid memory of my family around the barbeque, the smell of fresh flowers and freshly cut grass fill my nose.

The scent of summer.

Someone’s here, and by the aura, I know it’s an Alpha. I rush up the path and through the gate when I see a man in black pants and a white shirt standing in front of the door, holding Malevolent. There’s blood… my face pales when I see the blood that seems to drip from Malevolent’s paw, and over the Alpha’s hand.

“Let her go!” I snarl, my eyes blazing, and I’m in front of them in a flash.

Did he hurt her?

“Hey, I’m sorry, but I found her tangled in the thorny bushes.” He says in his deep, husky voice, making me freeze. My heart thunders and my eyes return to normal as I slowly look up at him, realising I had overreacted.

He raises his hand in surrender, letting me take her from him, and she meows pitifully. I take the moment to gather my thoughts as I observe him.

He’s tall, roughly around 6,4 and he’s got a lean build, but I can see the hard muscles through the white shirt. As for his hair… well, let’s just say it’s this gorgeous blond. It reaches his shoulders, falling in straight waves, framing his sharp face, which is set with sexy grey eyes.

Damn… I do have a thing for blonds, but right now I don’t know what to think of him just showing up in the middle of nowhere. I watch him, clutching my cat to my chest.

“What are you doing out here?” I ask, looking him over. He isn’t dressed for a run…

“I was just passing through and I heard her meowing, and well, that’s when I saw her tangled in the thorny bush. I presumed she may belong to the new tenants here. I actually didn’t expect it to be a werewolf.” He smiles charmingly, as he shows me his hands which are full of scratches, more signs that he had rescued her from the bushes.

I cock a brow. I may have a temper, but I love animals, especially my Malevolent. She’s the only one who will never leave me.

“The place is owned by werewolves; you shouldn’t be so surprised… I’m sorry for overreacting. When I saw you holding her and the blood, I was worried.” I explain.

“Don’t apologise. It’s only natural to be worried about her. I’m glad she’s safe. I’m Aleric, by the way.”

“Hi… I’m Skyla.” I reply reluctantly, not really wanting to give my name to a stranger.

Why did his name seem familiar? I swear it feels like I’ve heard it…

Think Sky… he’s alpha blooded, strong too… Do I know of any Alpha with that name? I don’t want to ask for his Pack or surname just in case he asks mine.

“You’re not one to trust strangers.” He remarks, with a sexy smile.

“Yeah… I like to be low-key, and I’m a private person.” I reply.

I know Mama would have probably wanted me to give him something to stem the bleeding, but I just want him to be gone.

Ah, who cares? He’s an Alpha. He’ll heal, right?

I unlock the door and step inside.

“I-”

“Thank you! Bye!” I exclaim, trying to shut the door in his face, but he puts his foot in the door, stopping it from shutting.

“Sorry to be a bother, but do you mind if I wash the blood off? I don’t want to ruin my shirt.”

I can’t refuse an open request… He did help Malevolent…

She meows, and I look down at my poor little kitty, and I scratch behind her neck.

I guess I’ll have to help the Gorgeous Greek God.

“Come in. I think I saw a first aid box somewhere.”

3. Stood Up

SKYLA.

I lead the way to the kitchen. I kiss Malevolent and place her down on the table before I begin rummaging in the drawers. The quicker we find it, the quicker I can get rid of him.

He walks over to the sink and washes his hands, and for a moment I get distracted by the way his arms flex. I quickly turn away and open the next drawer, relieved when I spot the box. I carry it to the table, and open it to take out two rolls of gauze.

I quickly snip a long piece off and then begin cutting it down the middle for my poor little kitty. I then wrap her leg gently and she meows, not happy with it, but I hold her in place as she struggles, not letting me tie it.

“Malevolent, behave.” I scold lightly.

“Here, I’ll help.” He says and I allow him. His hands are already healed, and only a few extremely faint scratches remain. “So, what made you move out here at this time of year?”

“What makes you say I moved out here recently?” I counter, mimicking his tone. Our eyes meet and he smirks, his blond hair falling over his shoulder as he holds Malevolent firmly, yet gently. He reminds me of a Disney prince.

“I would have known if such a beautiful woman was living out here by herself.”

His gaze dips to my lips, and I look away.

“Surprised you can call me beautiful when I’m soaking in sweat.” I retort.

“I didn’t notice.” His gaze is a bit much, so I focus on tying the tiny bandage, which is a little fiddly. “So, what made you move out here?”

Pushy much?

“I just needed some space from my dad. He’s kinda… controlling. I just want to live my life the way I want, without anyone telling me what to do.” I sigh.

He lets go of Malevolent, his eyes seeming to hold a sharp, calculating glint to them, but it is gone as fast as it came.

He’s about to ask me something when my phone beeps and we both glance at it. It’s closer to him and I see his gaze linger on it before I reach over, snatching it up.

“Thank you for allowing me to wash my hands.” He says, glancing around before he strokes Malevolent’s head, and she purrs in response. “It’s not often I see a she-wolf with a pet cat.”

“Well, I’m not your standard she-wolf.” I reply, scooping my kitty up.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that.” He says as I slowly lead the way to the front door, opening it and I fake a sweet smile.

“Bye.”

“Bye, until next time.” He says. His gaze flickers to my phone before he gives me a nod and steps out.

I shut the door and look down at Malevolent. “Thank the gods… Come on, I’ll give you some treats and I promise, although Mama isn’t here, I’ll have you all healed up soon. Tell me, why do you always get into trouble?”

She meows and I pout.

I get it, you’re just like me.

I put some food on her plate before I look down at my phone. There’s the start of three messages on the screen.

Reign707: Can’t actually believe I’m about to meet…

Grumpy Bear: I’m still waiting for that call from you…

The last one is from a music streaming channel.

I ignore Dad’s message and text Reign instead.

I need to figure out where the club is, and how long it’s going to take me to get there. Well, time to start prepping for tonight…

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I’m wearing a long-sleeve fitted black dress with a boat neck in the front and it’s backless with several silver chains going across the back. I’ve paired it with black killer heels, smokey make up, and finishing with red lips. I have some large silver earrings and a couple of rings.

As soon as I reach the club, the bouncer smirks, looking me up and down. I raise an eyebrow at him when he pulls the rope aside and allows me to enter.

Hey, if allowing his wandering eyes to roam freely gets me in faster, I’m not going to complain.

Stepping inside, the strobing fluorescent lights and pulsating loud music assaults my senses. Along with the blinding lights there is a mix of sweat, alcohol and expensive perfume. It fills my nose, making it burn a little as my sense of smell is overwhelmed with so many bodies mashing together as people dance and mingle.

Reaching into my small shoulder bag, I take out my phone. I try to zone out the music that seems to be banging around inside of my head.

There’s still plenty of time. I sigh, flicking my hair out of my face with a jerk of my head. I glance around. There’s still an hour before he’ll be here… but I don’t mind being early. Gives me time to drink down some liquid courage and hopefully settle my nerves, although I know it won’t work.

Should I text to see where he is?

Hell no, that will make me look so needy… I ignore the looks I get as I saunter my way over to the bar and take a seat. My phone beeps and I glance down at it.

It’s from him!

Reign707: I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to cancel. I think this is a really bad idea.

My stomach sinks. The sting of his message burns like I’ve been slapped across the face. Only it hurts way more than any slap I’ve received, because I actually let myself get excited to finally meet him.

Swallowing down my disappointment, which turns to anger, I glare at my phone. He made me feel like a fool. I should have known better than to get my hopes up.

LuciferessX: Why is it a bad idea? It was your idea, remember?

Reign707: Yeah, I know, just some stuff has come up, maybe some other time.

Wow. Just fucking wow.

He stood me up.

LuciferessX: Fine.

What more was there to say?

LuciferessX: I didn’t really want to meet, anyway.

“Can I get you something?”

I look up at the bartender. “I’ll take three shots of Vodka.”

Fuck it, I don’t need liquid courage now! I need it to calm the rage that is festering inside me, wishing I could yank him out of the little virtual chat to slap the shit out of him.

No amount of vodka is going to fix this, but it sure will make me forget for a few hours. Maybe it’s a blessing. He’s probably some dirty old man that stole photos from the internet and has been pulling himself off while looking at the pictures I’ve sent!

Fuck!

Staring down at the message, I kind of expected another message, but there’s nothing.

I put my phone down before I end up breaking it just as the bartender slides a slim tray holding three shots of vodka with lime. I down them all, sucking on the slices of lime, trying to control how angry I feel.

“Another round,” I state. It’s going to take a hell of a lot of alcohol to get me drunk, but I intend to try.

However, my eyes are drawn up when I sense an impressive aura move into my surroundings. Turning, I search for the source of this potent aura that has managed to catch my attention, and spot a gorgeous blond Alpha as he takes a seat down the bar.

He’s the exact image of a woman’s dirty fantasy. He's at least 6,6 tall, with lush blond curls and an angular jaw, not to mention those soft pink lips that look so damn soft yet don’t take away from his masculinity. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt under a black jacket and black pants. From here, I can smell him… A cool icy breeze laced with the seductive scent of cinnamon and spice. Winter… he smells of winter…

He’s on his phone, as he orders a drink from the bartender.

Why does he look oddly familiar… It takes me a moment before my eyes widen when I suddenly realise he looks a lot like the guy outside my house! But this one just looks bulkier and a lot more masculine, more of the rugged one in comparison to the princely look of the other.

His eyes snap up, and they meet mine. His face doesn’t betray anything as he skims me over before looking away.

Brothers maybe? Twins? They could definitely pass as twins…

Dude, was this place crawling with sexy blond Alpha Gods?

Hmm… what colour hair does Reign have? I frown, remembering how he cancelled on me.

Cunt.

I order another round, downing the shots that sit in front of me.

-

Two hours later I’m still here, hoping maybe he’ll show… I don’t know why I thought he might just come… I really don’t…

Even Mr Greek God 2.0 seems to be waiting for someone, but he’s stopped looking at his phone and I can tell he’s getting angrier, but at the same time he keeps watching me. Guess we were both stood up tonight.

Not sure why he would be… I sure as hell wouldn’t kick him out of bed, maybe tie him to it so he could never leave.

I tilt my head, well… I wouldn’t mind a distraction… We’ve been eyeing each other up for the past two hours. I’m sure an Alpha can handle me…

I smirk, and he raises an eyebrow. I don’t break eye contact, letting my fingers skim down my neck, and I can’t help but feel satisfied when he gets up and walks over to me. Even his walk is so damn sexy. Call me fickle, but this is a distraction that I am not going to deny.

“Hey.” He says, sitting down. His voice is husky and deep, very deep.

Fuck me now.

Damn, he smells even better than he did from afar, I lick my red lips and smirk seductively. Crisp and fresh and it wards away the smell of the club.

“Hey…”

“Waiting for someone?”

“Not anymore.” I say, turning towards him. His gaze dips to my long legs that are crossed.

“Same.” He says, his eyes flash, but it is too fast for me to be sure. “That’s a lot of vodka shots,”

“Nothing makes me feel drunk, though I still try.” I chuckle, running my fingers through my hair.

My leg brushes his and I’m very aware of it. “How about we change that?” He asks suggestively.

“Sounds good to me…” I say, standing up. I pick up my bag and phone, and I walk off down towards the side door. I don’t need to turn to know that he’s following me. I can feel his eyes on me and his aura as I slip my phone into my bag.

Time to have some fun…

4. In the Mirror

SKYLA.

The moment I push those double doors open entering the much quieter corridor, I glance back over my shoulder. Our eyes meet for a second, there’s an intensity between us. The music is half blocked out and I give him the faintest of smiles. I turn the corner and enter the women’s restroom.

It’s empty, but this will work…

I lean against the wall, looking at the mirror that is hanging on the far wall.

But my reflection is not of a woman struggling inside. I don’t recognize this version of myself… Don’t recognize the uncaring expression of a vixen willing to get hot and heavy in a woman’s bathroom with a stranger. The woman reflected back at me - I meet her sometimes… She’s my escape. The one I don’t even know… but tonight, like many others, I’m giving her the reins again.

The door opens mere seconds behind me, and I tilt my head to look at him.

“Interesting choice.” He states while locking the door. He turns around to face me, his eyes hungrily roaming over every inch of me. The next moment, he is stalking toward me as a predator does its prey. An inviting smile tugs at my lips, but I have no chance to reply when his long fingers grip my hips and tug me against him.

Oh, fuck yes, just like that…

His hand runs up my back, making my breath hitch at the skin-to-skin contact. My skin sizzles with anticipation and desire burns a fire inside me.

The hand travelling up my back slides into my hair. Grabbing a fistful, he tilts my head back. Our eyes meet, and his are burning with the same hunger I feel. His stormy grey eyes hold emotions I can’t understand, and I find myself licking my lips, wanting to drown myself in whatever he has to offer. His gaze dips to my lips. This silent unspoken pull between us is suffocating me, and I love it.

He doesn’t say a word as he forces me back against the wall. Our hearts are racing in sync, and the heat of his body combines with mine, threatening to combust into a hundred fireworks in the pit of my stomach. The anticipation of having his lips on mine is killing me.

My hand moves to his chest, and I can feel the hard planes of muscle beneath my palms as I smooth it down his chest before hooking my finger into the waistband of his pants.

“Kiss me. I didn’t come in here just to admire you.” I find myself murmuring, yanking him by his belt and forcing him closer. His chest brushes against mine. A low growl escapes him at my words. No Alpha likes being told what to do, let alone the challenge I placed behind them, but my words seem to have the desired effect I seek, because he leans down.

One hand grips the back of my neck, his seductive scent reminds me of a winter wonderland, and then, his lips are on mine. The lingering taste of his cocktail lingers, and a moan escapes me as he dominates my mouth, leaving no part untouched in a kiss that makes lust threaten to set me on fire. The pleasure setting me ablaze.

My thoughts become consumed by his tongue, tasting every inch of my mouth. His tongue brushes mine in a fight for dominance that I stand no chance of winning. My head spins as I kiss him back, becoming light-headed.

I may not be able to get any effects from alcohol, but I’m drunk on the feel of his hands exploring my body. My hands run over his body as I deepen the kiss, the urge to take control rising within me and I give up suppressing that carnal instinct.

Grabbing his jacket, I pull it off him and toss the expensive leather to the floor. His hand slips under my dress just as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it, playing with it with his own, before he sucks hard, and I moan against his lips.

He’s only kissed me, and I’m so turned on, my body burns for him. His hand squeezes my ass, and the smell of my arousal wraps around us, perfuming the air. He groans and presses himself against me. His hardened shaft against me makes me yearn to unwrap it, so I can taste him. That desire overcomes me, and my nails dig into his arm to stop me from acting on it.

Fuck, he’s damn sexy.

“Fuck!” I whimper the moment he rubs between my legs and I hear a faint groan of pleasure escape him as he slowly massages my soaking pussy.

He teases for a bit, his hand softly rubbing over my panties, and I find myself frowning.

I can sense he’s holding back, and it’s getting to me. I let out a low growl, yanking him closer by the shirt.

“You’re probably the most impatient girl I’ve met,” He whispers seductively.

“Stop treating me like a doll who will break. Fuck me like you hate me.” I growl.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to handle my hate fucking Doll, besides it will ruin the fun… Now, how about you shut that pretty mouth of yours and concentrate on my fingers.”

I glare at him, that sexy look in his eyes only turning me on even more.

He’s still not going any further, his fingers rubbing my clit tantalisingly.

He suddenly removes his hand and roughly turns me to face the mirror, pulling both of my hands behind my back; he holds them with ease in his left one.

He slides my hair over one shoulder, his grip on my wrists tightening. Watching his reflection in the mirror, I see his eyes flicker and a ghost of a smirk crosses his lips deviously, while his right-hand runs over my body.

His touch leaves paths of tingles in his wake. He squeezes my breasts, his lips travelling along the column of my neck. He’s strong. I can sense that just from his touch as his hand travels lower.

Even through my dress, his rough fingers are heating my skin. His touch ignites something incredible inside and a gasp leaves my lips when his fingers graze across my soaked panties.

He lightly brushes over my clit, earning a moan from me, before he continues to play… My anger calms as his fingers tease along my waist in such a way that every inch feels heightened.

My eyes flutter as I look at our reflection in the mirror. All I can see is the top of his head. He’s tall and I look tiny in comparison to him.

Every touch is getting to me… as he teases his fingers just beneath the waistband of my panties. My core throbs while I lean into him as he continues, drawing patterns with his fingertips over my skin. How is this driving me crazy?

It’s so intense…

I’m enjoying this more than I should…

This is meant to be just one random fuck…

He hooks his finger beneath them, tugging on my panties only to let go. The sting of the elastic against my skin makes me hiss and I bite my lip. His fingers move lower, ghosting along my thighs, and then he yanks my dress up to my hips, exposing me to him.

“Look in the mirror.” His deep velvety voice murmurs, and almost as if his command holds magic, I lift my head again and stare into the mirror, our eyes meeting and my heart thunders under those piercing stormy eyes. He breaks our gaze first, his eyes raking over my legs.

“I want you to watch as I play with you.” He purrs the words against my neck while his eyes flicker back to me in the mirror before holding my gaze.

His touch suddenly isn’t light, and he pulls my black satin thongs to the side. His thumb brushes against my Brazilian strip.

“Sexy.” He whispers against my neck before his fingers tease my pussy. He runs a finger between my folds and begins rubbing my clit.

At first, it is barely a grazing touch, teasing, making me growl, he lets out a breathy laugh, slowly adding pressure and moving faster, building up a delicious tempo that has me moving my hips against his fingers.

Pleasure explodes within me as his lips assault my neck.

Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!

I want to feel him against me. I try to break free from his hold but fail. He’s too powerful… I’m far too lost in pleasure to focus.

“Ahh.” I groan, drowning in the pleasure he’s serving me. I’m so near…

Suddenly, he slows down, making my eyes widen. My lips part as he teases me as he lightly rubs over my slit. I’m already soaking wet…

“Tell me… What do you want from me, Doll?”

“What…” my eyes flash as I see that glimmer of amusement in his eyes. His touch remains tantalising and gentle.

“I said, tell me you want me to fuck you harder and make you come and I’ll finish what I’ve begun…”

I’ll get my own back… for now, I want him to finish what he’s started.

“I want you to fuck me as hard as possible. I think I can take it.” I challenge breathlessly, sounding so fucking horny.

I see his eyes flash a dazzling blue as his fingers thrust into me roughly. All traces of that gentle touch are gone.

I gasp at the sharp pain of his brutal intrusion, but I’m soon moaning in pleasure as he fucks me faster.

I lean back against him, delicious pleasure rolling through me.

He lets go of my hands and wraps his fingers around my neck tightly.

A deep frown is etched across his forehead and something tells me he’s letting go of the anger that has been building up inside of him tonight.

His gaze on my pussy darkens. He plunges his fingers deeper and harder, almost as if he’s trying to punish me with them. My core throbs and burns deliciously, and I can’t help but scream in ecstasy.

I can’t think of anything but how good he’s working my body; he knows exactly how to curl those fingers inside of me.

My phone begins ringing, but I ignore it, the incessant ringtone telling me exactly who it is.

Fuck! Not now.

Almost as if realising how much it’s getting to me, he pulls my head back and his lips crash against mine in another delicious kiss.

The phone stops ringing, only for it to start again.

“Fuck!” I growl.

“Answer it.” He murmurs huskily. “I won’t stop.”

“Fuck it.” I moan. I wouldn’t be able to not moan. I can feel my pleasure heighten.

So… damn… close…

Pleasure shoots through me as my release hits and I cry out, drowning out the sound of the phone ringing and if he wasn’t holding me, I would collapse. My canines elongate and my eyes blaze as I feel my nails dig into the hand that holds me.

I tense, but he doesn’t seem phased. He slips his fingers out, rubbing my pussy.

My heavy breathing and the sound of my racing heart are all I can hear.

I look into those eyes. I don’t think I’ve had such a good orgasm in ages, and that is with his fingers alone… isn’t this supposed to be a quick fuck?

“If you wanted to play, you should have at least taken me to a hotel room.” I say breathlessly, reaching behind me and running my hand over his hard shaft.

Oh, he’s big, and I want it.

“That wasn’t the initial plan… but can you blame me when you’re so bloody hot?” He murmurs, his lips brushing down my neck. “Besides… I didn’t want anyone to see us leaving…”

Good point… but who is he?

The phone rings again, and I exhale. Did dad not get the fucking hint?

“Give me a minute.” I whisper, refusing to let him move back as I continue to run my hand over his shaft and I take out my phone, glaring at it before I answer it.

“What? If I’m not answering, it means I’m busy or asleep.” I say.

“Do not give me that shit. You were meant to attend the dinner with Prescott!” Dad growls.

“I was tired, so I decided to sleep instead.”

“Don’t fuck with me. He had someone go down to check up on you… and you weren’t there. You’re still not there.” He sounds fucking pissed.

I clench my jaw, angry that he is spying on me.

So, it was all a lie? The entire agreement to allow me some space and freedom?

“So, you’re spying on me?” I ask accusingly, shoving my dress down, feeling suddenly cold as I walk away from the hunk. I didn’t want him to hear this, but no matter how far I walk in this room… he’d be able to hear.

“If I fucking have to, yeah. You’re pushing me to my fucking limits, Sky!”

“Whatever. I’m not doing this with you. I’m not a child anymore! Stop trying to control me!” I yell.

“Alright. Let’s do this shit. If you are not at your place in the next twenty minutes… I’m coming to get you. Myself.”

He’s threatening me… my heart is thundering as I refuse to answer and hang up.

I know Dad and he will follow up on it…

I turn to apologise, only to see the door swing shut, leaving me alone in the restroom.

He left.

I didn’t even get his name. Who was he?

Whoever he was, he left me feeling… empty.

5. A Father's Demands

ROYCE.

I left. I don’t know, that just was not a conversation that I wanted to embarrass her with, by overhearing. Whatever was going on between her and her father was her business… but it did feel like I was stood up twice.

The passing streetlights soon become sparse as I drive my Bentley up the winding hill towards home. I can’t get either woman out of my head. Lil Lucifer, as I like to call her, didn’t even send another message since her surprising last text that read; ‘I didn’t really want to meet anyway.’

My replies to her were ignored, although she came online several times after I sent those. Maybe she got cold feet, but she should have given me an explanation or voiced her concerns rather than just cancelling on me without even a heads up.

Then there was Little Miss Green Eyes, sexy and sinful all at once, and now I kind of wish I had just fucked her first and played later. By the time I get out of my car and toss my keys to the valet, I’m even more aggravated than before.

I take the marble steps two at a time that lead to the massive mansion’s entrance and before I even reach the double doors that lead into the mansion, our butler Charles opens the door.

“Good evening, Master Royce.” He says politely, bowing his head.

“Evening Charles.” I reply not in the mood for conversation. I head across the huge foyer, walking past the fountain and taking one of the two flights of stairs.

Reaching my bedroom, I toss my jacket onto the couch, only for someone to reach out and catch it before it hits the sofa.

“What do you want, Aleric?” I ask, shutting the door behind me and head across the huge room and through to the bathroom. I leave the door open as I wash my hands and face, staring at my reflection as I try to calm the festering anger that is bubbling beneath the surface.

“This jacket smells of a rather delicious woman and sex...” He states lightly as I grab a towel and step out of the bathroom.

“And?”

He smirks as he sits there, leaning back against the sofa, his right ankle resting on his left knee.

“If you need to engage in meaningless sex, at least be discreet about it. We have a reputation, Royce.”

I ignore him, unlocking my phone and staring at the last messages we exchanged.

Reign707: Can’t actually believe I’m about to meet the real little Lucifer. I’m intrigued to see the you that you’ve so teasingly refrained from revealing.

LuciferessX: Me too. See you tonight. Can’t wait. Xx

And then her next message.

LuciferessX: I didn’t really want to meet, anyway.

Reign707: Whoa, are you cancelling? Or shall I assume you texted me accidentally?

Reing707: Hey… are you really bailing? Talk to me, let’s figure out what’s going on.

Not one fucking reply.

Clenching my phone, I toss it onto the sofa next to Aleric. He glances at it but says nothing. “Well, father wants to see us first thing in the morning. In fact, he was waiting for you to return, but you took your time.” He says, standing up.

“Hm.” I reply as I begin to unbutton my shirt.

The door shuts behind him and I walk to the bathroom again. Closing the door behind me, I enter the shower.

Undressing, I step under the shower, closing my eyes as I let the cold water douse me. Lil Lucifer… from her sexy snippets she sends me… the way she talked… I try to put a face to her, only to conjure up the sexy bottle-green eyed Goddess from tonight…

I wrap my hand around my dick, imagining it's her… imagining her hand or better her lips around my cock… I begin stroking it hard and fast, pleasure rushing through me. Her screams of pleasure as she lost control fill my mind as I replay the moment, the way she came undone around my fingers. The way her juices coated my hand and her thighs.

I throb hard, feeling the pressure building. I imagine fucking her, picturing that rose vine tattoo running up her waist and down her arm… the way her breasts rose and fell, her parted red lips…

Fuck!

Pleasure rips through me as I come. Shooting my cum across the stone-tiled wall of the shower, I place a hand on the wall, breathing hard as I watch the milky substance wash away. This isn’t how I wanted my night to end…

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I barely slept last night, my mind a tornado of emotions, I couldn’t stop thinking of the Green-eyed goddess at the club and I woke with another hard-on.

Perfect isn’t it?

And Lil Lucifer? Not one text from her… I’m not going to message her again, she’s the one who cancelled on me. I now make my way to Dad’s office, not in the mood for one of his lectures.

Aleric is already there, his long blond hair pulled into a ponytail, which reminds me of one of those dumb princes from cartoons. All he needs is a bloody bow in it.

“Royce, you finally made it.” Dad says from behind his enormous desk. His pale blue eyes are sharp and calculating, and his blond hair is sleekly styled back, as he now watches me.

“I’m on time.” I state, glancing at the clock on the wall.

He raises an eyebrow, giving me a small smile. One that is anything but pleasant. He may be a werewolf, but he’s slyer than a fox.

“You weren’t home last night.”

“No, I wasn’t.” I will not give him any more information than that.

“You two are meant to be working on attaining the favour of the King, yet you are far too busy elsewhere.” Dad replies, his eyes on me.

I cock a brow, relaxing back in my seat. “With our status and power, I don't even know why it is so important to you? The king is not above us, aside from the fact that he’s a Lycan.”

“Powerful. Indeed, we are, yet tell me, son, who holds the ultimate title?” Dad asks, his eyes cold as he glares at me.

I look away, trying not to shake my head as Aleric walks around the table, stepping between Dad and I. Always the pacifist.

“Of course, we understand, father. We know the plan… The Lycan’s troubled daughter… rest assured; we will deal with her. In fact, I had a run-in with her yesterday. She’s easy game.” He says confidently.

Obviously, all girls fall for his charm.

I clench my jaw, trying not to react. I was the one who applied at the Academy initially. That was when Dad came up with his entire idea and now Aleric has taken a position there, too.

However, I’m not there for his sick plan. I don’t give a shit about it. I’m going there because I want to for myself, so I can get a breather from him. I miss America and being away from his constant intrusion into my privacy.

“You both are going to the Academy soon… make the most of this and let the girl become obsessed with you. Do whatever you need to. I have planned this carefully. Do not disappoint me. Alejandro would do anything for his princesses. But remember, be careful. Ultimately, she must become ours at all costs.” Dad continues, and I’m counting the minutes, wanting out of here.

“I had a thought, they are twins, father, yet you want us both to try our chances on the rebellious one?” Aleric muses staring down at a photograph, which I’m going to assume is probably of the King’s daughter.

Dad smiles. “Because there’s something about her that Alejandro is trying to hide, just the way he has kept his son a secret. That boy is not normal… There’s something special about this one, there’s a secret that I want uncovered. At the end of last year, she almost killed a student.”

“She was only seventeen then… how could she have almost killed someone?” Aleric asks thoughtfully.

“Exactly my point. I want to know what she is, and what she’s capable of. Understood?”

“Yes, Father.” Aleric replies.

I don’t reply, to think they want to use a young girl for their own incentives? Dad is power hungry; he always has been, but Aleric? I don’t know why he is so determined… So adamant to please Dad.

I stand up and head to the door when Dad speaks.

“Royce, you did not reply… am I understood?”

I clench my jaw, staring at the door in front of me.

“Perfectly.”

6. First Day Back

SKYLA.

Midnight Academy. Home to the annoying hormone-ridden spawns of the supernatural. One of the four schools founded by my own father, a place meant to make us fit in, to feel at home, to be ourselves. Only that depends on what is considered the norm for the supernatural. I’m one-of-a-kind, or two if you add my father. No one knows exactly what I am, but they fear me. I can see it in their eyes, smell it reeking off them.

I now glance around the halls wondering if Kataleya, my twin, has arrived. Dad had offered to collect me and drive me here, but after that argument last night, I ignored his messages just letting Kat know I’ll make my own way.

I walk down the hall to my locker, not missing the way those nearby edge away. They’re still scared after last year… but because they know I’m the king’s daughter, they won’t dare try to insult me when there’s no one around to protect them. Their eyes say it all. Pathetic cunts.

I poke my eyes out at the nearest little putrid spawn and despite being of Alpha blood; he flinches and I smirk.

This can be a little fun.

Smirking smugly, I pop a green apple-flavoured gum into my mouth, not bothering with any more of them as I glance at the gap in Kataleya’s locker. Letters are sticking out and it’s obviously full to the max.

My twin is the opposite of me, where people avoid me like I’m the plague or the devil himself, people love Kataleya, she’s the polar opposite of me, with long Rapunzel hair, and curves that rival the sexiest anime character. With her coy, demure behaviour, she is the girl every guy in this place craves. But they forget two things: one, she’s a good girl, and second, she has the devil for a sister.

You don’t mess with my sister… I remember last year, the trigger that had pushed me over the edge and I shake my head, blocking the thought away, not letting the unease get to me.

I take my phone out and open his chat. Not one… it’s been five days and not one message… well, I’m not messaging either. I place my extra books in my locker, skimming over my schedule.

“Mm, I can work with that.” I say to myself, it’s double training. Although I never struggled with studies and ace it all, I prefer physical training sessions, as in weapons, martial arts, or sports.

After what happened, I didn’t think I’d be able to continue… to the point that there were talks of me dropping out of the school, but that’s until Dad pulled some strings to make sure I’m staying. I know the rumours, even though he denies having a hand in it… They say the new trainer is a powerful Alpha.

Yeah, I’m strong and I’m certain there’s only a handful of alphas who can handle me.

I snap my locker shut as a familiar scent fills my nose.

Summer…

I turn, my eyes widening when I find myself staring at Prince Charming from the cottage. Dressed in white pants and a pale blue shirt that is tucked into his pants, he looks effortlessly good, and I instantly remember his look-alike from the club.

Fuck.

“Skyla Rossi, we meet again.” He says with a small smirk.

It takes me a moment to remember his name.

“Aleric.” What is he doing here? He’s definitely not a teen.

“Ah, yes, sorry I did not realise we would meet again here. I should have clicked when you told me your name was Skyla. Forgive me. Allow me to officially introduce myself, Aleric Arden. I’m the new science professor.”

“Nice,” I say, not knowing what else to say when all I can think of is that I’m certain I made out with someone who looks so similar to him that they must be related.

“How about we have lunch together? I wouldn’t mind getting a little tour around here by one of the students herself after?”

“Sure.” I find myself saying.

“Then I’ll see you at twelve.” He gives me one of those sexy smirks, that I have to admit doesn’t go unnoticed.

He walks off, radiating power and I wonder why such a powerful Alpha is taking up the job of teaching here, I mean – My heart thunders as I realise a small, vital detail.

Aleric Arden.

Arden.

The name of the Alpha family of the Shadow Wolves Pack, the Alpha, is a man that Dad doesn’t like. My stomach twists as I continue to stare at his receding back. Alpha Kenneth Arden has twin sons…

Twins.

That means I made out with the other Arden twin.

Oh, I’ve fucked up… bad.

Someone brushes past me, jolting me to reality.

“He’s so hot…”

“Ah, I’m so jealous, he talked to her…”

“Well, she is the King’s daughter…”

I ignore them, trying to focus when I’m busy stressing over what I’ve done.

“Sky!” I turn just in time to see Kataleya hurrying down the hall, she’s wearing a chiffon dress with a little jacket on top, her long hair in a high ponytail and the moment she’s in front of me she hugs me tightly, at 5 feet 10 I’m a good 4 inches taller than her. I hug her tightly, her soft scent reminding me of home.

“Missed me?” I ask when she finally lets go of me.

“Of course I did.” She replies softly, looking concerned.

“It’s only been a week.” I reply with a smirk.

“And how is Malevolent?” she smiles.

“She’s well. She was sleepy, so I didn’t sneak her in.” I whisper.

She giggles before looking at me with concern. “Are you alright? You look… distracted?”

“I’m fine, Kat, just thinking of how to wreak havoc on the school this year.” I joke as she opens her locker, and a pile of letters spill out, making her blush as she looks around and quickly bends down and begins collecting them. I watch her fumble around, as she quickly tries to hide the number of letters, I simply smirk, amused.

Her bashfulness is pretty cute.

“Sky…” She shakes her head, standing up and tilts her head, observing me as I grab my gym stuff from my locker just as the bell rings.

“I’ll catch you later?”

She nods. “I won’t be around for lunch as I’m tutoring, but after school?” She calls quickly, opening her locker.

“Perfect! I’ll treat you to an all-you-can-eat barbeque down at Kayoko’s!”

“Ok!” She calls after me as I jog down the hall.

Yeah, I know it’s against the rules, but hey, since when has that ever bothered me?

I enter the changing rooms and, dumping my bag; I begin stripping out of the leather pants and fitted black corset top I was wearing. Other girls begin to trickle in, chatting or complaining, but I ignore them all, pulling on my matching sports bra and leggings, before donning a black tank top on top. I sit down on the bench and begin tying my laces on my trainers.

I place my clothes, bag, and phone into the locker before heading out into the hall, running my fingers through my hair.

The boys are to one side, and so is he… Zayn, the one I almost killed last year… His blue eyes meet mine, and silence falls around us. His dark brown hair tumbles in front of his eyes as he looks away first.

Some things just don’t stay in the past…

I chew my gum, walking off to the back to warm up. It’s about five minutes later when the bell rings and by now everyone for the session is here.

“I heard Coleson quit.” One boy says.

“Well, we have a new replacement this year and I heard he’s quite the looker. My sister saw him this morning.” One girl adds making a few of the others burst into giggles.

“Oh, I bet he is, I hope he’s fun.”

“We all know Daphne will be the first one trying to spread her legs.” one of the girls laughs.

“Oh, shut up.” Daphne replies, but it’s obvious she’s enjoying this.

The door opens and silence falls through the hall, and I stand up. With my height, I can see past the heads of all the girls and my eyes fall on the man who has just entered.

He’s in a white T-shirt that clings to his broad chest and muscular biceps, with grey sweats that cling to him oh so fucking perfectly. He’s running his hand through his blond locks and a familiar scent hits my nose.

My heart thumps violently as he stops in front of the crowd, and I find myself staring at the man from the club.

Oh, hell no…

Don’t tell me our new gym teacher is the guy who made me come the other night…

“Good morning everyone, as you may already know, I’m replacing Mr Coleson. My name is Royce Arden. Call me Royce. I’m from the Shadow Wolves Pack and I will be your new instructor going forward.” He says, in that same sexy voice that has haunted me in my dreams for the last five nights…

“Nice to meet you, sir.” Daphne is the first to speak.

Royce’s eyes snap up to look at her but they skim past her, instead, his eyes find me. He’s recognised me… I know it from the change in his heartbeat that he tries to hide. But I’m a Lycan. Nothing really gets past me…

I’m unable to look away from those gorgeous stormy eyes. My heart is racing as I stare at the man who walked out on me the other night without a word.

My teacher.

Oh fuck, my teacher had his fingers up my pussy.