My Lycan Demigod

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HANSEL…

When it seemed to the Luna Queen that I was wasting her time, she ordered one of the guards around to approach.

My heart skipped a beat. I stared at the young man, thinking, ‘What if I whispered to him not to do this or try to cover up for me? Would the Luna Queen find out? What if the guard smells something fishy and doesn't accept my plea?’

I sighed heavily, ‘I will be at his mercy and will no longer be free again. If the Prince hurt him like that official, then it would cause issues between him and his mother, which was what I didn't want.’

I couldn't get hold of myself. I feared that the guard would hear the loud pounding of my heart in my chest.

He reached out to my long robe and began loosening it, even avoiding my eyes, which could have made it difficult to communicate with him anyway.

My fingers curled into my palms. I tried as much as I could not to show how scared I was at that point, but with the amount of sweat on my forehead, one could tell how anxious I was, standing before the woman.

Just as the guard was about to pull out the robe from my body, the prince's command came from the side.

My eyes grew large when I saw him, standing a few feet away from me, his face contorted. I knew he had teleported since I didn't hear the sound of the door, and with his expressions, I prayed inwardly he wasn't here to cause more commotion, even though I loved how he showed up for me.

“On whose authority are you stripping my eunuch?” His eyes landed on the guard who stood, baffled, glancing at both him and his mother. “You f*****g step away from him or I'll use you as a scapegoat.”

His mother chuckled, “I love your audacity. Then are you also going to stop me from stripping him myself?”

“Mother!!”

The woman had already raised her hand.

My heart kept beating loud in my ears, my breath raspy.

“I could do it before your very eyes to find out what I want.” The woman licked her lips, staring at him.

Prince Lean walked closer, “Do not dare. I wouldn't mind if you're my mum….”

“Is that so?” She retorted, and in the next second, I saw thousands of chains crawling on the floor towards the Prince.

I couldn't stand it. It looked like the chain used on him in the lava, so I rushed over to him, but something struck my throat and I held it, struggling to breathe.

It was as though a thick hard rope was tied to my neck. My eyes became watery, my face became pale.

“Just chain me up and let him be if that will make you happy.” The Prince roared at her, his eyes turning red. “You heard me well…”

Then I slumped to the floor, a heavy breath escaped my throat.

I turned to the woman, my eyes traced the chain towards the prince, and there was his father, standing before the prince, his hand holding up the chain while he locked eyes with his Luna Queen.

“What could have triggered your anger this way? How long are you planning to keep punishing him?” The lycan king asked, dropping the bunch of chains on the floor while it crawled back to the woman. “Odessa!”

She scoffed and took a seat, “I'd like to confirm what exactly he is. A male or female, human or paranormal being? If the Prince finds it absurd to find out for myself, then it means that something is going on which we don't know. How can the prince be so clingy, obsessed, and possessive towards his eunuch? Is it funny?”

“I agree that I'm yet to know his species, but who said he isn't a male? I am into men, so what's the big deal there? Is that why you will order him here, to be stripped by some guard when he's under my authority?” The prince started coming closer. “Mother, how much more are you going to do so I could hate you that much?”

My lips quivered. I was still trying to suppress the pain that was streaming through my body.

The three stood, but the king seemed not to know who exactly to take sides with, until he finally turned to me.

His jaw clenched.

I sensed he was going to be enraged by how I was the cause of the issue that had just risen between the mother and son, but heaven knew so well that I didn't know that the prince would show up.

I had already counted myself as dead and was set to face whatever it was that was in store for me.

The King stared at me for what felt like eternity, before he lashed out…

“Now tell me how it feels to be claimed by your fellow man. Do you find it that interesting or are you doing it out of no choice?” His fingers tightened into a fist.

I tried to swallow down the lump that formed in my throat but couldn't. My gaze went straight to the prince and just with the look on his face, I knew it would be better to kindly agree that I was a man, and he was into me.

By the time I turned to his mother, ready to speak, the door burst open and the princess stood before us, her eyes darting from one person to another, until it finally landed on me.

Her lips dropped. She rushed to me and took my hands, “Hansel, what happened?” Her voice was shaky and a whisper. “Are you hurt?”

I swallowed deeply and shook my head.

She turned to her mother, “I was here to tell you that I'm in love with him, and if you would plead with the crown prince to set him free from his authority.”

I moistened my lips, my pupils dilated.

“Mother, please don't hurt him again. I love him, and he loves me too.” She added.

My heart leapt to my throat. I was lost for words, unsure which side to take.

Was she indirectly letting me and the prince know how she felt about me? Then the prince would assume that I had deceived her.

“Mother…”

“Does he truly love you like you said?” The woman turned to her daughter.

I swallowed the saliva that formed in my mouth, “Yes, your majesty. I love her too.” The words left my lips before I could even think, but that was the only way to save my ass.

She sat and crossed her legs, gaze pinned at the fragile me who was still kneeling on the floor. “If that's the case, then we must wait until the full moon to see if you both are mates.”

I glanced at the princess, and then the crown prince, feeling a bit relieved. I knew deep down that we can't turn out to be mates, but what if not being her mate worsened the matter?