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SKYLA. Now that I wasn’t expecting and I can’t help but smirk at his struggle, he growls in frustration, letting go of me and turning his back on me. I chuckle, sliding my gown up over my shoulder. “You really are so boring.” I tut, pushing past him, not bothering to tie my gown as I shamelessly turn and stop in front of him. “You’re not my teacher right now.” “No thanks. How did you get hurt?” He asks icily. “I don’t really like to share my secrets.” I reply icily, “Now, do you want to join me or do you plan to leave?” He’s refusing to look at me and my stomach twists when his gaze falls on the bathroom door. The broken glass… I see his gaze go to the ground, his frown deepening. There are bits of dirt but I hope the dark wood flooring disguises it somewhat… He seems to be thinking something over before he looks at me sharply, clenching his jaw as he reaches down and yanks my gown together. “Have a little respect for yourself.” He says coldly, his words making irritation flash t
ALERIC. She’s… I don’t kiss women on the lips. There’s something about it that disgusts me, but when I saw her standing there, clearly upset with whatever Royce had said to her, I was unable to stop myself. Perhaps I knew if I wanted to make this look as genuine as possible, I would need to. I’m not a hundred percent certain… Either way, I am not complaining. I wrap my arms around her waist. Her scent is alluring and as much as I’m enjoying her confidence, I like to be in control. I smile against her lips. This isn’t so hard… “Patience Sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips as I grip the side of her face tighter and tease the tip of her tongue. She tastes just like Pear Drops… I explore her mouth, feeling pleasure rush south, running my hands up her waist until I reach the sides of her breasts. So perfectly moulded into my hands. ‘I’m waiting, Aleric.’ Royce’s sharp voice comes into my mind. ‘You should carry on. We’re about to have a drink and maybe more.’ I reply jokingly, if on
ALERIC. An hour later she’s finished describing what she saw, and I am intrigued, because all we have ever seen is the plum eyes. It’s always so fast… “Sounds like a huge snake… only there’s no snake of that calibre.” I muse, she’s proved helpful, and she’s intelligent. I like that. “Yeah, and my claws didn’t make a dent.” She says, a frown on her face as she sits opposite me holding a mug of hot chocolate. I had settled for tea since she had limited options. I still do not know how she is staying out here in the middle of nowhere. “Interesting…” “So does Dad know about this?” She asks, her sharp eyes observing me. And there we have it, always thinking the king needs to know it all. He isn’t the only one who's been protecting this country. “Yes, he does, as does the council, however, all we are seeing are people being killed by something that leaves no traces. Neither Arden Corporation nor Leo Rossi were able to identify the cause of death. Aside from the few who have been mauled
SKYLA. As the door shuts behind him, my small smirk fades away, and I look around the cottage. That cosy touch feels empty… My stomach drops, guilt filling me, followed by a void, one so deep it almost hurts to breathe. This is the part I hate the most; I know my flaws… I know when I’m fucking up but it doesn’t stop me from self-sabotaging everything. Even then, it’s easier to identify my flaws and another thing entirely trying to move away from them. Breaking a cycle that, for a fleeting moment, fills that emptiness, is hard. I live in those moments… It offers me temporary relief, a distraction I really need from the constant war that wages in my mind. But it always comes to an end and then it all sinks in, knowing I fucked up. But deep down I know I’ll do it all over again, because I need that, those small moments of reprieve they offer me. Picking up my phone, I unlock it and click on the chat app. It’s instinctual, another bad habit of mine that I’ve picked up recently. It has b
SKYLA. The following day dawned grey and gloomy, but I felt better. Well, at least the place wasn’t wrecked, no one was dead and I can try to put the night behind me… but can I do that when I’ll be seeing him at school? Do I have any science lessons today? I mean, we just had a physical science lesson last night. Maybe I can bail… I sigh as I slip on my black lace cropped corset, followed by fishnet tights and torn denim pants on top that showed off my tights through the ripped patches. I grab a leather jacket and some heeled boots before putting them on. “Want to go with me, Malevolent?” I ask lifting her up. “Meow.” She rubs against my chest, and I smile. “Let’s get going then, just make sure no one spots you on academy grounds.” I smirk as I pop her into the passenger seat as I get in and drive out. It takes a while to get to school, and with the heavy fog and the icy paths I drive much slower. Better to be safe than sorry, especially that Malevolent is with me. Her life is fa
SKYLA. “Alright.” His words surprise me, and he takes a step back. He’s backing down? “Alright?” I ask, unable to hide the surprise from my voice. He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t want to listen then fine; we’ll move on. You might be a werewolf, but we can get muscle cramps, even if it's momentarily, warming up is ideal, but it’s your call.” I wasn’t expecting that… I step back, wondering how he combatted his ego. “I’m surprised you backed down.” “Is it that surprising?” He asks, a hand to his chin as he observes me. “Yeah, since you’re an Alpha…” I say trying not to pay attention to his Adam’s apple. He raises one of those eyebrows of his, his smouldering eyes burning into me. “Being an Alpha doesn’t only mean walking around and displaying arrogance, there’s far more to being an Alpha… Above all an Alpha’s duty is to protect. I genuinely want to help you to attain control.” My heart thuds as I stare at him, he’s getting under my skin again and as much as I want to lash out
ROYCE. It's two days later and the day the Lycan King himself is coming to the school. I'm sitting in my office mulling over yesterday’s session. Training with Skyla has been a little easier. Starting with her warming up without complaining. She's been quieter too, and I wonder what is on her mind… but again; I have to remember there is a boundary I need to keep in place. I have my own questions that I wish I had answers to… irrelevant to her training. Does she ever think of Reign? She seems to be doing fine, and doesn't seem to be worried about anything… but I know that the truth is she’s got a lot more going on than she pretends to have and although I know some of her issues, I want her to tell me, as Royce. To trust me as she did Reign… She has a lot of emotions that she just doesn’t seem to be able to get control of. I don’t exactly know what she is, but I know she’s not a werewolf, or not fully. She just… the two training sessions I have had with her… There’s definitely so
ROYCE. I know the way it was portrayed by members of staff who mentioned it in passing just yesterday in the teachers’ lounge. They all were pretty clear on the fact that she didn’t really seem to show remorse. “We all know she has compassion towards others, that’s clear by the affection she shows towards her cat.” I say, remembering her excuse about her childhood trauma. I try not to smirk at that, especially with the man in question is sitting right here. He cocks a brow. “And where the fuck have you seen her around her cat?” He asks sharply. “Well, due to her childhood trauma, she brought her to school with her, but it was a one off-” “What fucking trauma involves Malevolent?” Alejandro frowns. Damn. “I don’t actually know.” I reply smoothly. “Oh yeah? Well, don’t believe everything that Lucifer incarnate says.” Lucifer… I smile faintly. “I’ll try not to.” I reply, still hiding my amusement. It’s clear he doesn’t want to share anything more about her, and without any ins