My Lycan Demigod

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HANSEL…

My body ached so badly. I felt as though I had gone farming or done some heavy task that had disturbed my muscles.

As I opened my eyes, I yawned so loudly before wiping my face. My breath caught when I saw the man staring at me, leaning on the wall, with his arms crossed on his chest.

I did not hesitate but bowed to him, “Your Highness.”

“What?” His forehead wrinkled and he loosened his arms.

My lips quivered, “Uhm, I meant…My Prince.”

His shoulders finally dropped. But to think of it, why would he get pissed that I used honorifics? Wasn't that how others not close to him refer to him?

“You should wash up quickly. There's something you need to do.” he finally said before turning and making his way out.

I looked around his vast bed, how it swallowed me whole. Every memory shared with him just hours ago began flooding in. I had gotten a long nice sleep here, and I hope Osha didn't come looking for me as always.

I stretched my arms and legs, yawning the second time. Was it tiredness or hunger? I just didn't want to get out of bed, but have a nice sleep again.

He's made me cross boundaries as his eunuch. If anyone caught me here, they would hardly believe my role beside him, because what would an eunuch be doing in the Prince's bed comfortably?

Later on, I climbed down and washed up quickly like he ordered. It was there that I began recalling all that I had said to him while he was banging my pùssy.

The sponge stuck to my skin. I stared at a place, my brows furrowed when that statement slammed into my brain.

‘It can't be. I can't stupidly say that to him.’ I nodded, because I knew I wouldn't be that rash to put myself into trouble.

I knew deep down that I was only used to sate his s****l and blood cravings, so why would I love him and even confess it to him? He'd snap me to death if he recalled that I said such a thing to him.

‘He must have forgotten or didn't take it seriously. Besides, I was deep into pleasure and wasn't in my right senses.’ I comforted myself, although still sure that I didn't say such a thing to him. I was his eunuch and wouldn't dare or I could face my demise for trying to cross the line when I knew my use beside him.

After I was done, I got dressed and walked out to meet him with Lord Aldric. I was supposed to feel shame, but the Lord didn't even care, as though he had accepted that I always sate the cravings of his prince.

“Lord Aldric,” I bowed to him and walked to the prince's side.

Both paused their discussions and turned to me, then the prince crossed his left leg against the right one, his palms holding them.

“According to every detail obtained so far, those courtesans die at midnight. Each of them has no mark or bruise, but is always drained to death.” The prince started while I listened. How I didn't waste time but forgot that such a thing was happening, and he just claimed me again.

Upon recalling those misfortunes that happened, my heart sank into my belly.

What would be my fate in the next few hours?

“Based on the time, duration, and how they die, I have to say that it's either a demon after them. And whatever demon it is could be after my tattoo.”

My jaw dropped hard.

What did he just f*****g say?

I couldn't even breathe any longer.

His tattoo? As in, the one I was holding?

“There is a particular place where he or she waits for them and then strikes. He must be checking them all, to see who has it since I don't. And you've always been in the palace, so I think it's impossible to come in here or it should have found you.” The prince stood up.

That was when I looked through the window and didn't find any daylight. It's dark already? I really slept too long.

So, what if that demon found me that night I went to the brothel? I was so lucky not to encounter it, or I would have been dead.

“Tonight, you'll follow me, and I'll lure him out with you. That's the only way for you to be safe…and if a demon succeeds in having my tattoo, then they will begin crawling back again after thousands of years my mother destroyed them.” he licked his lips and took my hand.

I kept staring at his face while he stared at his tattoo.

When I felt that twinkling in my palm, I checked to see the tattoo blinking as though it had seen the owner and was greeting him.

He smiled and turned to Lord Aldric, “You already know what to do.”

Lord Aldric bowed and began leaving.

When the door slammed behind the Lord, I asked the prince, “Is he married?”

He nodded, “With two kids.”

Wow! And the prince wasn't…

Then I recalled his deceased mate and how that period led him to doom. Otherwise, he would have been done making his family.

I took a seat beside him when he sat, expecting him to bring up the topic of what I said back in his bedroom hours ago, but he said nothing.

“Why do you look pitiful? Scared that the demon will harm you?” He pulled my attention and I shook my head. “I'm a demigod, so you won't even have a scratch.”

I nodded, yet pouted.

‘That wasn't it. Just ask me already.’ I thought and swallowed softly.

“So stay here,” he said again, tapping on the space beside him.

I didn't see a reason to hesitate even while hoping that he asked me the question. I sat just close to him and he allowed me to lean on his shoulder.

But, am I not in love with him?

This can't be love. I was just comfortable beside my lycan demigod.

…

In the middle of the night, we set out like he said. He teleported us to a serene environment in the woods. There, no trees could be seen—just grass. No sound could be heard, just the sound of wind and the grass dancing to it.

Like he told me before we took off, he made himself invisible while walking behind me.

Even at that, my heart nearly popped out through my throat. I held my dress so tight, because I had dressed femininely again tonight.

As I walked, I felt as though I wasn't feeling my feet any longer. Panic surged through me, and my chest pounded hard in my ears.

I turned several times but didn't see him, and it felt as though I was alone in the dark woods by that time.

At some point, goosebumps covered my whole body and I froze at that spot. I shut my eyes for a while and opened them again, my grip on my dress tightened. I felt a bad energy surrounding me, and then a foul smell that made me sniff repeatedly.

“You don't like that smell?”

As I heard that question, I turned to my side only to come into sight with a young man, his arms crossed, putting on just pants. He looked quite untidy and had horns on his forehead.

His smile was dirty as he walked closer to me. “I can feel it already. You are the one who had it all these years?” he laughed so loud and clapped his hands together. “I didn't know I would find it tonight. Maybe, I'd become the great demon I longed for.”

I began seeing my death. I darted my eyes around, hoping to see a glimpse of the prince, but I couldn't.

Did he leave? He was supposed to strike him now.

The demon was coming closer while I stepped backwards. Fear gripped me and I forgot how to breathe.

“Just give me the tattoo,” he roared and lunged forward with great speed and I couldn't help but scream with my face covered.