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ROYCE. The alarm goes off. Hitting snooze, I place my arm over my eyes. For once, I didn’t want to get out of bed. It had been a long night… A dull ache from overthinking has formed at the front of my head, but I still had no answers. We had gotten back late. I was able to get Charlotte to her room without anyone stopping us and told her to shower, so no one’s scent remained on us. I couldn’t risk Dad finding out who we had run into. After showering, I had tested Skyla’s blood before turning in. Something about the entire thing has me on edge and that had ended up taking far longer than I had thought it would. The Arden’s have a variety of unique drugs at our disposal, mainly created by Dad, and several don’t even show in the blood if tested, and the only way to bring these out was if we used specific antigens that work against the initial drug. After three hours of testing and scrutinising her blood, I was almost ready to give up and put it down to my paranoia. Then I tried for
ALEJANDRO. “Like real men, let’s spar, pretty boy.” He gets out of the car, and I stare at the younger man, who is as tall as me. He has similarities in looks to his father, but so far I hate to admit I haven’t gotten that same vibe from him that I get from Ken-Fucking-Arden, but still, he is ultimately an Arden… He throws me… the way he is completely not fucking affected by me. There’s only a small handful of people who can withstand my aura. Yet there is something about this one that is even more unnerving. There’s not even a blink of unease from him. There have been moments I’ve let all my aura out, yet shockingly, he didn’t even realise, and I assure you the fucker isn’t that dense that he was just dumb or some shit, just somehow… it doesn’t affect him… my aura does nothing. But I also don’t sense vast power from him, so how is he doing it? He killed something that no one was able to kill, the serpent… Even until now, I don’t get how a single sword killed that shit. There ha
ALEJANDRO. I dig my claws into the ground, jumping up as I growl, running at him. This time, I manage to knock him to the ground. But he instantly uses it to his advantage, throwing me over his shoulder and getting up. In a flash, I’m in front of him, and I don’t hold back, just the way I don’t with Dante. That fucker is the only one who can beat my ass. But despite my ruthless attacks, I’m unable to wrap my head around how Royce Arden is so strong. I’m breathing hard, my eyes burning red and even when I kick him in the stomach, not once do his eyes change from their usual grey. As if this is just a game to him. I don’t want to draw blood, but I need to see him lose control. I want to see his truth. “Time to end this fucker.” I growl. In a flash, I’m in front of him, my claws coming out, one hand grabbing his neck, the other ready to slash through his chest and that’s when his eyes flash a dazzling blue. “Not so fast!” His cold reply comes. He grips my hand that is around his
SKYLA. I was wondering why Mama was trying to prolong our leaving, but when I felt the ground tremble, I had run to the window only to see Dad fighting with someone… My stomach plummets fast when I recognise the sexy hunk he had just thrown to the ground. Royce! My heart thunders, my eyes blazing as my head whips around, and I glare at Mama. “How could you? You know he’ll hurt him!” Dad may be getting older, but he is still extremely powerful. The only person I know who has defeated him in a match until this day is Dante and fuck, he’s a God! “Skyla! Please listen to me!” Mama shouts. Fuck no! Dad is a beast! My heart is racing, and I can feel my anger rising. I’m going to lose control, but the fear of what might happen to Royce keeps me sane enough. I can hear them talking now as I run down the stairs, my heart thudding loudly in my ears. “…I’ve heard.” I hear Royce say. “You sure had confidence that you will win, so then why the fuck did you send everyone away? This was
ROYCE. I hear Alejandro scoff at that, and I turn to him as I pull on my cardigan. He reminds me of the background audience to a TV show or something. He really must make his presence known, not that he’s hard to miss as it is. I walk over to him. “Mind if I take her?” I ask as I hold my hand out to shake as a peace offering. I want to put whatever happened here, behind us. This match wasn’t going to be mentioned again, and I will never be sparring against the Lycan King again. I know my win did shock him, but I’m not trying to make him look any lower in his daughter’s eyes. I can tell they clash often enough and don’t see eye to eye, although I put that down to their similar personalities, and I didn’t want to cause any further rifts between them. “I fucking do mind, so stop fucking rubbing it in, knowing you both going to do whatever the fuck you want, anyway.” He growls, but he still takes my hand. “You’re not like your old man, not going to say much else out here, but let’s h
SKYLA. First… Reign wants to ask his Luciferess out… On a date long overdue, don’t you think? Let’s make that dream a reality, Lil Lucifer, come with me… To the game that we first bonded over… Be my date to the Game of the Century. Those words ring in my head. My heart is pounding as I try to comprehend what he has just said, what he’s insinuating. I’m unable to speak as I stare at him. What is he going on about? How? How is this even possible? I’m trying to understand. He’s claiming he’s Reign, although isn’t Aleric Reign? But… Why does this just make so much sense? Aleric… “Reign needs his Lil Lucifer.” He murmurs before he claims my lips in a kiss that makes me go weak at the knees… or is it those words that got me melting? My mind is spinning and I’m unable to kiss him back, despite the intensity of this toe-curling kiss. A thousand thoughts going through my head… Royce at the club, saying he was stood up… The way he often reminded me of Reign… I know it’s not jus
SKYLA. However, I also don’t want him to get angry. “I… Did you tell Aleric about us?” I ask, I’m the fiery one usually… but right now I know I need to be the calm one because I’m not sure I want to see Royce lose it… often the most patient can be the deadliest when pissed off. His aura rises as his eyes slowly meet mine, gone is the gentle Royce, he’s controlling himself but even I can see the burning rage within him. “Why do you ask? Tell me, Love, did he say something to you?” His voice is low, deeper than usual, almost a growl and there’s a deadly aura around him. A crack of thunder outside makes my head snap to the windows that stretch from the floor to the ceiling as a downpour of rain darkens the sky outside. “You didn’t answer me.” I say softly, placing my hands on his chest. My gaze dips to his abs and fuck, I wish I had paid more attention… I mean, I fucking did pay a lot of attention to every lickable inch, but I never compared… Now thinking about it… Aleric’s abs we
SKYLA. He kisses me back with equal hunger and passion, but even as he reciprocates, his self-control is impressive. He throbs against me, yet despite the intense desire that I know courses through him, he’s still kissing me like I’m something he wants to worship and treasure. Each caress of his tongue, each brush of his lips and each touch hold so much more, making my core knot in a pleasure that is so different. He makes me weak in the knees. His hands run down my ass and thighs as if memorising the feel of my skin. I love how well I fit in his hands, and how his fingers feel on my skin. Royce may be ice, but he’s hotter than the Sahara. And when he brushes his knuckles up my legs, the temperature rises faster than you can count to three. Fuck… I can’t think straight. I kiss him harder, plunging my tongue into his mouth, but even when I’m being so rough and demanding, feeling horny as hell, he still holds control over me. He meets my every move, sucking on my tongue befo