The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse Chapter 2

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 had 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 were crossing into uncharted waters… I’m not sure where we stand. This wouldn’t push him away, will it?

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

tempt the devil

devil who makes

temptation isn’t easy to deny… so

shouldn’t have asked him that. I mean, I just killed the mood, but after a few moments,

all. I have someone who keeps me occupied. Plus, a pretty gorgeous picture that’s kind of knocked the ball

lip, running my fingers through my short black hair. I had it cut just last week. I love

talk

line, but I’m pretty upfront. I’m thinking what to reply when

high time we meet. I want to know the woman who’s

of us falls asleep…

stir from where she’s sleeping

Meet…

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,

silence doesn’t sound good, are you afraid? We’ll meet somewhere crowded. You said you moved south. Let’s meet

I might…

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

who I am. What shall I do? He never told me what pack he’s from and I never

Sure. Let’s meet tomorrow

Excellent, see you tomorrow. It’s rather late, you should

Sure, but how will I

recognise you. I’m certain

now

Reign707: I agree. Goodnight.

our conversation and I lay there staring at the ceiling. I’m excited, and a little nervous, but most of all, there’s this fire inside

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.

the holiday, a group of boys had the audacity to make some lewd marks about my twin Kataleya. The thing is, I may go 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

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

daughter. I will learn to control myself. I have to… just the way

—–

one would think you shouldn’t

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

the smell of fresh flowers and freshly cut grass

The scent of summer.

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,

snarl, my eyes blazing, and I’m in front of them in

Did he hurt her?