The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin Chapter 31. A Rossi to the Core SKYLA.
The morning has passed by damn slowly. Iâve been itching to get my hands on Aleric, and my anger has begun bubbling again.
Royceâs words from last night are replaying again and again and itâs only getting to me.
I donât even know how Iâm going to face him later for training⦠I might bail for today. I donât think I can handle being in his proximityâ¦
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 Iâm 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.
âSkyla!â
I stop mid-step, spotting none other than Ahren, my nephew? I pause for a moment, second-guessing that. 11 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 demonâs spawn. But heâs definitely my nephew⦠heâs Rayhanâs son. Yes. Cousinâs son. 6 âYo, what ya want?â I say, plonking my hand on top of his curls. Damn, when did he get so big?
âI have something for you.â 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.
âUnless itâs the souls of children or the hearts of babies, I donât want it.â I say. He smiles slightly, his eyes glinting.
âIâm afraid no matter how delicious those might be, I come with something else.â I smirk. I would give him a good tackle, but I have all these damn books. 1 âI like your humour. Now tell me, fellow soul eater, what do you have for me today?â I ask as I fall in step with him as other kids start rushing from the classroom.
He may be years younger, but heâs definitely on par when it comes to the aura heâs emanating.
He holds up a small pouch. âMom said to wear it. Itâs soothing⦠or something along those lines.â
I clenched my jaw as I take the pouch from him, all amusement vanishing as my eyes flash.
Something to subdue me?
âSure.â I say, trying to hide my irritation. I bet this was Mama or Dadâs doing.
Why the fuck do they have to butt in?
âYouâll wear it?â He asks.
Was he told to make sure I put it on?
I look him over, sizing him up. Heâs very lean, and his build is different from most male werewolves.
Where most are muscular, he has an almost slender, graceful build. 5 Heâs something else⦠I see it. Every time I see him, heâs changing⦠evolving, and he doesnât smell like a werewolf⦠not at all. 1 He has the blood of three separate species running through him, but Iâm not sure what he is because men arenât witches⦠that leaves demons and werewolves. Maybe a hybridâ¦
He gives me a small, closed-mouth smile, knowing Iâm watching him.
âI will.â I concede before I give him a wave and head to my locker.
No, I ainât fucking wearing shit, Iâm angry again and Iâm going to channel all this rage toward that dumb Arden who couldnât keep it in his damn mouth just as he couldnât keep his dick in his pants. 7 That can be said for me too, but at least I donât 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 cafeteriaâ¦
Reaching it, I realise itâs 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 onâ¦. Please be hereâ¦
My heart skips a beat and a cold smirk crosses my lips when my eyes fall on none other than Aleric Arden.
His hair is up in a ponytail, and heâs wearing a crisp white shirt, pale blue pants and a brown belt that matches his shoes as he chats with one of the female teachers.
Both chuckle over something and she places. her hand on his arm. That annoys me but I donât really give a fuck.
At least heâs here.
Perfect.
Iâm about to wait for him to exit when I realise I donât really care, he humiliated me ⦠Iâm going to do the same shit.
I push through the students, and most clear the path, realising who it is, and I close the gap between me and him.
He turns, hearing the sound of my heels, or heck, he caught my scent.
I donât really care. He opens his mouth to speak when he spots me. Something in my expression makes that cocky, charming smile falter, and Iâm really not interested in hearing what heâs going to spout.
âSkyl-â
I donât let him finish. Raising my fist, I punch him square in the face. Fucking hard, I hear the crunch of something breaking, smirking victoriously. 9 Gasps and a few startled shrieks ripple through the room as silence falls across the cafeteria. I feel a surge of aura from Aleric as he looks up at me with burning golden amber eyes.
âFuck you.â I say quietly.
âSkyla. What is-â He tries.
âHush handsome.â I growl murderously, stepping closer and placing a finger to his lip, satisfied with the blood that drips down his nose. 2 âSkyla Rossi!â One of the teachers calls and I hear hurried footsteps, but I donât turn.
His heart races and I know I have him just where I fucking want him.
âSkyla, I am your professor-â
âAre you? We both know what we knowâ¦
careful there⦠now⦠if I get in trouble for this.â I motion at his bloody nose. âMy mouth will spill a lot more.â
He swallows hard, and I know he wonât risk âWhat did Iâ¦â
âYou know what you did.â I say quietly, looking him square in the eyes. 4 My own blazing purple, our aura clash and I can feel the wave of power radiate through the room.
I donât care if this causes rumours, I really donât.
Yes, Iâm a bitch and it could ruin his career, but did I give a fuck?
No. No, I did not.
I stick my middle fingers up at the crowds, knowing several were recording that and saunter to the exit, not even glancing around. 2 I did what I came for, and now Iâm done.
Now that has satiated my hunger and angerâ¦
Iâm almost at the door when I come face to face with Royce. As always, heâs unreadable, but I donât really care.
I slow down as our eyes meet, but neither of us speaks. There isnât anything to say.
Side-stepping him, I brush past him and take my leave, leaving a stunned hall of students in my wake.
And that is how itâs done.
I canât help but smirk as I run my fingers through my hair, heading to the exit. 6 You donât mess with a Rossi. 14