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. 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

SKYLA. My heart clenches wondering why she didn’t come forward. Her friends died, and she didn’t care to even speak up or even pretend to care? Like why? I wonder what their families are going through. “Is that her?” Royce asks, leaning down, his shoulder brushing the back of my shoulder. He can see from afar, but having him move closer is comforting. Something I need… I nod, glancing at him, as he crouches down beside the chair I’m sitting on. “Can you call for her, Headmaster?” He says, his eyes cold as he looks at Rivers. Rivers nods as he glances at the girl’s image before he turns. “Ah, of course… I will… she has been in school… for her not to say anything is troubling….” He mutters. “Maybe yeah… but we’ll fucking find out why.” Dad says, completely ignoring the no-smoking policy of the school as he lights up a cigarette. Rivers excuses himself from the room. The door shuts behind him and I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. “I’m assuming you shifted, and she sa

SKYLA. Night has fallen, and I am packing up. Dad doesn’t want me here anymore and, in all honesty, I can’t blame him for worrying. I scan the boxes I’ve packed, there aren’t many, and my suitcases are almost done too. This sure was short-lived. Royce had offered to help pack up, but I told him I’m all good, besides I know he’s barely slept, and I have a feeling he has a lot to deal with, with his own Dad. I had seen the looks his father had been giving him and there is clear tension between them, unlike Aleric who seems to be in his father’s good graces. Speaking of the cunt, I had told him to come down and I didn’t want Royce here when I called him. I’m so fucking pissed at that snake. Seeing the way, he was behaving at school… fuck how blind was I? He is such a fucking suck-up. I saw how what happened with the witches affected Dad. I mean he has always done everything for others, trying to protect them, doing what’s right but I also sensed his struggle… He stood down because it

ROYCE. “There. All better.” Kiara says, stroking Malevolent’s head before she leans down and kisses Skyla’s forehead. “Thanks…” Skyla says quietly. Kiara looks concerned, but she doesn’t say anything more to Skyla. I’m sitting beside Skyla, and it’s the first time I’ve seen her so scared and upset. Her heart was thumping hard for the entire drive here and there were times when she had been close to tears, which only made me feel useless - knowing she’s hurting and there was nothing I could do to help. Even when she forced herself to eat in the car, for my sake, she didn’t have an appetite and she could only think of Malevolent. I had told her not to force herself. Malevolent means the world to her. Only when her Mom had healed Malevolent did her troubled emotions calm, but for some reason there is guilt in her eyes. I hope she isn’t blaming herself for the fact Malevolent somehow got injured. We’re at the Night Walkers Pack now. We had arrived here as fast as possible, and Sky