The Lycan Princess and the Temptation of Sin by Moonlight Muse

rather than Royce. Nick is the future Alpha of a pack up north, a pack close to the Black Storm Pack,

which belongs to my cousins.

He doesn’t hold back, attacking me with everything he has, but I keep up with ease. When he growls

annoyed when he can’t touch me, instead of using his hands he all but tackles me. Everyone knows I’m

the best in this class and instead of just accepting it, he’s still going to try to play dirty.

His arms lock around my chest, and he turns us. My eyes fly open when his hand grabs my breast

harshly, he pinches my nipple as I fight to remain standing against his heavyweight.

“Despite the name, you’re just a typical she- wolf who would fall to her knees for an alpha,” He

whispers in my ear, twisting harder.

Like fuck, I will never fall to my knees before a mutt like him!

Is he forgetting who I am?

“Bitch please.” I scoff.

I’ve had the best training. I’m faster than the average werewolf, stronger… and smarter.

I smirk as I twist and duck out from under his arms and slam my fist into his torso. He grunts,

staggering back. He lunges at me and I dodge so fast that Nick stumbles, hist huge body tumbles face

forward into the ground.

“Oops. I know you didn’t get much action during the holidays, Nick. But I don’t play with boys, so there

is no need to beg at my feet,” I tease, smirking as he clambers to his feet, humiliated. His face tinges

red.

He growls, turning and glaring at me.

“A slut isn’t worth my time! We all know how often you spread your legs! I certainly wouldn’t be chasing

tail from the likes of you!”

“Yet you have no issues trying to feel me up!” I hiss, grabbing him by the neck.

His eyes flicker dangerously, as his anger grows from the humiliation.

“Liar!”

Those close by are beginning to watch.

“I have no issues showing a mutt like you his place. But you already know, I mean you were just there

on your knees where you belong, only moments ago.” I snarl lowly, and his hands ball up into fists.

“Watch it!” He snarls, his eyes blazing orange as he manages to shove me off, but I dig my nails into

his neck.

“Hey, what’s going on!” Royce shouts as he comes over just as Nick is about to launch himself at me,

blocking him.

“She’s meant to be on defence. Look what she did! On top of that, she’s not taking it seriously!” Nick

growls as Royce lets go of him.

I admire my nails and cross my arms. “I am, I mean, if I take it any more seriously, his ego might get

hurt. Can’t have that deflate.

People will see how pathetic he is without him telling them otherwise!” I taunt.

A thundering roar rips through the hall and Nick launches himself at me. I’m ready for him, but Royce

blocks him again.

“Bitch!”

“Calm down, the both of you! One of the first things you need to learn is controlling your emotions and

following rules!” Royce growls.

“Stop causing trouble Skyla!” Daphne exclaims. “Sir, she is really disobedient and disruptive, you’ll do

better to ban her from the class.”

“Stay out of this Daftnee!” I growl. 1

She’s only brave enough because she’s in a room of people.

“Hey-” she tries to protest.

“No one is getting banned, let’s get back to lesson!” Royce snaps, without even looking at me.

Great, is he planning to ignore me for the entire year?

I scoff just as Royce is about to step away, and he stops, turning those eyes that are now a brilliant

blue eyes on me. “I won’t tolerate that attitude in my class. Rossi or not.”

I clench my jaw. So he thinks I’m entitled now? Did he not see what Nick was doing?

“Then at least try not to ignore me, ‘Sir.”” I reply sarcastically.

Royce turns, his eyes flashing as he glares at me – almost warningly. I look at him challengingly.

“Right. We’ll partner up. Nicklaus, you’re with Hayden. Carry on!”

“I’m offence.” I declare, flexing my hands.

“Deal.” He says readying himself, his hands drawn into fists. The same hands that were all over me… I

frown trying to focus and I think I just found a release to all my pent- up irritation… I smirk as I move

forward, raising my hand.

“Let’s see how well an Arden can hold up against a Rossi.” I remark mockingly, before I slam all my

force behind my punch.

He’s not expecting it, and the moment my punch connects with his forearm, I hear something crack.

Silence falls around us as I watch him, waiting for him to tell me to step down.

“Is that all a Rossi has? I expected more, I must say I’m a little disappointed.” Royce states

nonchalantly, raising a brow.

I frown as I hear a few people snicker, and he gives me the faintest taunting smirk. He too is mocking

me for a last name that shadows and follows me everywhere I go.

But I did mock his too, but it doesn’t make him any less of an ass…

My eyes flash at the challenge and I don’t let up, giving it my all as I deliver hit after hit. He blocks them

all, but it’s that condescending amusement in his eyes that is making my anger rise. It’s becoming

uncontrollable and as much as I know I should stop, I can’t.

The amusement from the class isn’t helping.

“She’s so losing this.” Someone sneers.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind seeing a Rossi fall on their damn face.” Another states.

“I’m on Alpha Royce’s side.”

Sure you fucking are. You all hate me anyway.

I’m no longer able to see what I’m doing as I attack in a blind rage, and I’m a blur.

Mama’s voice is in my mind telling me to remember to remain calm. Her soothing voice tells me that I’m

in control. It isn’t working. It just… isn’t.

I’m fucking not calm! All I want is to wipe that fucking cocky look off his face. He’s not even backing

down! Why can’t I defeat him?! 1

I growl in anger, my claws coming out, and I lunge at him.

Screams fill the air as the smell of blood hits me and I freeze. My heart thunders as I stare at Royce’s

arm, which now holds three deep gashes that are bleeding down his arm, his blood dripping off his

fingertips onto the hard floor. The dripping sound thundering in my mind… it’s all I can focus on… the

river of blood that streams down his arm…

A horrified gasp escapes my lips, and I cover my mouth with my hands.

I fucked up! This is bad!

Royce looks down at his arm and then at me. He snarls, and I see the dazzling blue of his wolf’s eyes

as his rage shines through.

Hesitantly, my hands reach toward him, needing to ensure he’s okay. My lips part and I try to apologise

for what I’ve done, when he pushes my hands away, which makes me stagger back, not expecting it.

The anger burning in his eyes makes my stomach drop. It plunges somewhere deep inside of me as

the gravity of the situation seeps into me.

What have I done? My eyes scan the hall, darting from face to face. The fear on the faces of the

students… makes me swallow guiltily. It perfumes the air, thick and sickly sweet.

My eyes move to Zayn, he’s terrified, and I take a step toward him to reassure him I’m not going to

attack him, but he backs away.

The fear in his eyes is clear.

My stomach twists as reality hits me hard and my lips part, looking for the words I should say, but I

have nothing, I have no excuses; I am the monster they perceive me as, and I just proved it.

I almost lost control.

Again.