The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin novel Chapter 41

SKYLA.

He looks away first and places his jacket aside, cocking a brow at me.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“Yeah…” I say, shaking my head.

He had reminded me of Reign, it threw me. I guess he and Aleric are twins but…

Running my fingers through my hair, I clear my head. I’m about to close the door when Royce reaches over, his arm brushing mine as he closes the door.

Focus Sky…

“So, what was wrong earlier?” He asks, looking me over before he looks away.

So cute.

“I just felt suddenly sick and sluggish. I don’t know.” I frown, it does sound weird… “It was strange.”

“Yeah… You’re a werewolf, unless there was something in your system you wouldn't have fell ill so suddenly.” He says, and I can’t help but appreciate the slight pause before he said the word werewolf.

He is still being careful around my own family. He has a point, even if we get ill, there's a reason and we recover far faster than normal.

“Yeah… but everything was fine. Classes finished, then I ran into Rivers and then went to Aleric’s office for detention. Nothing weird even happened.”

“Right… I actually came down to check up on you, since you said you weren’t well, but since I’m here, mind if I take a bit of blood to run it through some tests? Because that doesn’t sound normal.”

“What kind of tests?” I say as we enter the lounge and all eyes turn to us.

Ahren tilts his head, munching slowly on a chip, whilst the quintuplets instantly shift to hostile mode.

Jayce’s eyes are calculating, Theo and Ares are frowning, Carter has his eyebrows raised, and even Renji’s smile has faltered.

“Guys, he’s my trainer. Stop staring at him, even if he is pretty handsome.”

Carter nods his agreement, and Royce raises an eyebrow.

“Nice to meet you guys.” He says, just as the TV signals the end of round one.

A few of them mumble as I gaze at the TV in dismay.

“Shit, we missed it!”

“Scorpio won the round.” Jayce offers broodily. “But I don’t think he will win overall. He overexerted himself straight up.”

“Don’t underestimate him.” I say. There’s a ten-minute break now. I pick up a plate for Royce. “What would you like?”

“Anything’s fine… As for the test, it’s just to see if there is anything there or not.” He says, and it’s obvious he doesn’t want to say much more in front of these guys.

“Ok guys, we’ll be right back, holler at me when the break is over.” I say, before jerking my head at the door and lead the way out.

I head to the kitchen, and Royce follows.

“You know, giving anyone from the Arden company a sample of my blood is dangerous.” I say lightly, placing the plate down. “Eat before it gets colder.”

He takes a slice and bites into it, placing the bag he was carrying down.

“That’s true.” He says with a faint smirk, which makes me wonder if he’s serious or joking. “But I promise, I’ll do one small test and the rest will be disposed of, or if you want, I can take the blood and you can keep it until tomorrow. We can do the test in your presence then?”

“I trust you, Royce.”

“You shouldn’t trust anyone so easily.” He replies quietly, taking another bite of his pizza. Why the hell does he look sexy in everything he does?

“I know, but I trust you, so you got something you can put some blood in?” I ask him.

“Actually, no…”

“Yet you suddenly want blood. I might have something.” I say, “Wait here.”

I leave the kitchen, going to my bedroom, and rummage in one of the lower drawers. It takes me a few minutes to find what I’m looking for, and I take out one of the empty vials that I would use for my poisons. Glad I haven’t had a dose of my own mixture in my body.

Yeah, I need to make some more since Mama or Dad cleared that shit away.

I return to the kitchen and take a few seconds to appreciate that ass before I hold the vial out to him.

“Here.” I say smoothly, “Open it, I’ll pour some blood into it.

He nods, twisting the lid off and I let my fangs out, piercing my thumb deeper than I meant to, and quickly step back to save my clothes. Holding my finger out, I let the blood pour into the vial that is filling up pretty fast.

“You pierced your skin too deep,” He murmurs, taking hold of my hand and pressing his thumb over my cut firmly, stopping the bottle from filling to the top.