My Lycan Demigod

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HANSEL…

Amongst everything master told me about the lycan prince, nothing was scarier than that part of being penetrated by him.

Like, I would go on all fours and let him thrust his manhood into my ass…

No matter how I tried to comfort myself, I was very concerned about my secret gender. How do I stay away from the prince I'm serving? If he orders me to go on my knees and give him my back, how would I hide that I wasn't a male like he thought?

One thing I knew was that he would certainly take an interest in me someday…

I tried to talk to my master, to know if there was a way of choosing someone else. I made up all the lies, even tried to know what he was getting from handing them over to me, yet he hid them all from me, assuring me that I wouldn't regret accepting the role.

How won't I regret it? I was already regretting it…

Then he made me think, reminding me how he'd saved me five years ago and how this was my time to pay for his kindness since I didn't have interest in his daughter.

I was so devastated. I wished the ground would swallow me in.

“Hansel,” he said to me, about to leave my room. “Have you ever heard that the Supreme Lycan Prince was chained to the dark lava by his mother, amid thorns, and struck by thunder lightning ten times a day?”

How was I supposed to know when I didn't know who I was?

I only shook my head, my breathing came ragged and harsh.

He continued, “Okay, then you heard it from me now.”

“But, why does he need an eunuch if he's in the dark lava? Am I going to serve him there?” Deep down, I hoped he was still in the dark lava so I would try to use that as a reason not to leave.

Yet he answered so loudly…

“He's back. He was released five years ago, and since then, no one has seen what he looks like. The only thing we knew was that he was no longer a demigod, but a demon.”

I quietly raised my face to meet his, my heart still racing.

What sort of man is this merchant? Is this why he saved me five years ago? Just so he could use me as a commodity?

It would have been better if I had died in the woods that day. Saving me was like a curse.

“You know what, just get set. By the time you reach the Silvercrest Clan, you will only thank me.” and he quietly left my room.

I stared at the door, lips dropped open, chest thumping harder.

My body hair stood. I felt as though my soul had left my body.

What should I do?

It is almost impossible to hide my gender there. And he is a demon, so how would I survive? He also does men…

Everything seemed like a punishment to me for surviving—for being saved by these people.

I had served Merchant Halvard for five years as the chief of his household, ensuring that all his business was going smoothly…and this is what he pays me with in the name of paying for being saved?

From that moment, I felt so hollow inside. I felt so empty and only wished for death.

Deep down, I prayed the prince would reject me, even if it meant the merchant kicking me out, then I'd have the opportunity to begin living my life as a female.

Soon, my second in command showed up and I handed everything to him.

He saw the panic in me and asked if I didn't want to go, and was willing to replace him…

“No, I refuse. I can't disappoint his Supreme Highness.” master yelled at our faces.

My world began crumbling before me.

When the sun set, I left the human land with the multitude of lycans that came to take me. Staying in their midst was like calling for death.

What if they find out before we can even reach their clan? Then they would just bury me here in this wood.

On the first night, I stayed awake until dawn, just so I wouldn't fall prey to their hands.

Our journey to their clan continued this way until last night.

“Fortunately, we are now in the clan and will reach the palace tomorrow. Take a good rest, because there could be no rest once we reach.” the Lord that had spoken with my master stated to the hearing of others.

I raised my face and our eyes locked, but I quickly looked away, although my heart leapt to my throat already.

He approached me and squatted, gazing at me who was sitting on the floor with my left hand backwards, and my right arm resting on my lifted right leg.

“Young man, I had meant to ask you.”

My lashes fluttered.

Why the f**k was this man suspecting me already?

“Why hadn't you washed up, changed up, or even slept since we left? Scared I'd butcher you?”

I couldn't help but scoff. He really knew they could do that to a pitiful soul like me?

The sort of courage that overwhelmed me that moment was unpredictable. I looked him in the eyes and whispered, “If you've thought of butchering me, then it means I wouldn't survive a night with your Prince.”

A chuckle. A deadly one.

I didn't know such a handsome, savage looking man like him could laugh, but those laughter didn't last long and it disappeared into thin air.

His brows arched, eyes pinned on me, “Well, pray so hard to your gods to survive the first night with him.” Then he stood and turned his back on me.

My finger curled into a fist. I took a deep swallow and shut my eyes.

What if I poison the whole of them and escape?

I pinched myself. Such thoughts shouldn't even cross my mind…

That night, they all slept off as usual and I lay there, counting the stars in the sky.

I didn't know how long I stared, but the stars suddenly began disappearing. And just in seconds, as if I were hearing the ticking of a clock, the sky turned red—bloody.

Air left my lungs.

I quickly sat up, my eyes affixed on the bloody sky.

‘What is happening?’ I thought, darting my eyes from one lycan male to another as they were asleep peacefully.

I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know why.

Just then, it was as if something urged me to stand, and I found myself leaving the arena we were in.

I tiptoed, sure that no one awoke by my footsteps.

Deep into the woods, I could hear the sound of my heartbeat in my ears.

A part of me wanted to return to others, but something kept pulling me forward.

I hated myself for not being able to control myself. It was as though someone was pushing me from behind not to stop walking…

My breath caught in my throat. I lost my masculine nature and all the panic I had hidden in five years resurfaced.

I gripped the fabric of my robe, and my eyes turned watery.

My steps were slow but steady, and hot sweat enveloped me.

Not until I heard the sound of something falling to the ground did I stop…

For some time, I froze. My feet were pinned to the floor.

Slowly, I turned to the side where the sound came from, and there stood a man, tall and muscular. His black robe and cloak covered the floor he stood on, and on his fingers were black smokes mixing with the air.

His lips and jaw were covered in blood, and his eyes were as bloody as the sky.

I couldn't find myself moving any longer. My whole body went stiff as we locked eyes with each other.

On his feet lay a lifeless body, and his claws and fangs were like those of a beast…

And just in a twinkle of an eye, he was standing before me.

My stomach dropped with force, my lips agape. I couldn't breathe any longer; my breath came in ragged gasps.

That was when I heard the flicking of his finger…

I got choked. My feet rose from the floor.

My eyes were bulging in horror, and my hands raised to my neck, trying to release myself from whatever was wrong with me.

“What meal smells so sweet like this?” came the voice of the beast-like man standing before me and commanding whatever it was on me.