My Lycan Demigod

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HANSEL…

I left to go meet my old master as Lord Adric said, and there he was with his men, waiting for me while peeling the tangerine that the lycan servants could have offered them.

As I approached, I bowed to him as they all hailed my presence…

“Master,” I sat beside him. “Came to know how I've been?” I rested my arm on my right thigh, shaking my head at the offer of one of the humans who worked for him.

He patted my shoulder and threw the peeled tangerine into his mouth, “You look good. What do you have to say about your coming here?”

You threw me into hell—

Those words almost left my lips, but I bit my lower lip to swallow down the urge to snap at him.

“I am very well, and I'm sure you didn't come all the way here just to see how I was.” I giggled and spared him a glance.

He stood up and signaled me to follow him, which I did immediately. “I actually came to map out some business with the Prince's right-hand man. But I can also use this privilege to let you know what I need you to do for me.”

A favor….

He halted his steps and turned to me, “Hansel, you're the only hope for my daughter to come in here. She's interested in the lycan Prince, and I don't want to fail her, knowing that if she eventually steals the prince's heart, I will also gain from it.”

My brain paused at that moment. I only stared at his moving lips.

“I know that there must be a vacancy in this palace, so make time to speak to the prince or his right hand man so they can employ her. Now that you are with ranks here, they will listen to you, and since you are doing a good job, it wouldn't be a hassle to accept someone related to you here.”

Like seriously? How long had they been planning this?

I was certain that this wasn't planned in the few days that I was here. He must be longing to have her daughter here before I was taken away.

But these should not be my business. I was an eunuch and should mind my roles alone, yet my chest burned in anger. If merchant Halvard wasn't my old master, I would have smacked him across his face.

The audacity to see her daughter working in the same palace with me…

What the f**k does that mean?

“I know you will help me sort this out. I just don't want to do only business with the Prince, but to have a deeper connection with him,” he added, pulling a pitiful face.

I tilted my head to the side, eyes fixated on him. What do I say to him if not a nod? Not like I dislike his daughter, but what if the Prince truly falls for his daughter?

Fuck! It can't happen…

Even if it does happen, should that be a problem?

“Do speak to the Prince about it, okay?”

Of course, I nodded firmly so he would be reassured, but my chest was still on fire in rage that these had caused me.

Just like that, our discussion ended, and I went back.

So, he actually wanted to see me majorly to tell me this? He waited for some days so I could balance so well here before he threw the exact reason he wanted me here, knowing that the other men could end up not granting it, and so, me, whom he saved five years ago will have no choice but to grant it.

That evening, I decided to speak about it to the prince, while inwardly praying that he would refuse the offer.

With Lord Aldric in the room, we waited for his response.

My chest thumped continuously. I hated that I was acting like I was becoming obsessed with him, whereas he doesn't even care about me.

Then he broke the silence, his words so cruel to my hearing…

“She will be my Mistress.”

My heart sank into my belly. I lost my breath for a while.

When I returned to my chamber at night, I couldn't stop thinking about this and only found myself sobbing in the bathtub. I cried so hard, like I had been hurt, that feeling as though my heart had been shredded apart.

I couldn't bear it. I hated how he accepted her and even declared she would be his mistress.

Why did he need one? I could do the work of a mistress and an eunuch, even if it meant not paying me. How am I supposed to stand another woman playing the role of his girlfriend to him?

It could have been better if it were another lady out there. He should have just forgotten about all those.

Didn't he say he didn't need anyone else to see what he looked like? Or, was it because Osha was also a human?

That night was so bloody for me. I tried my best to sleep by myself, but couldn't, yet I dozed off with my eyes swollen and tears streaming down my face.

…

Very early, as I resumed work the next day, the first message I got from the Prince was to get the petitions he was supposed to take care of from his father.

I hadn't seen what the Lycan King or his Luna Queen looked like, and I didn't want to.

Once, I tried to remind him that I wasn't in a position to do that, but then his mood that morning was as if he had missed his prey last night.

At the end, I went off, ahead to the throne room so I could meet his father and pack up those petitions.

My legs trembled as I walked, but I tried to stand firm. If I ever act so soft in there, it would raise an alarm.

But why would the Prince do this? Was he getting tired of me and wanted me to get into trouble? Was that why he wanted Osha as his mistress?

A lot was going through my mind at that moment while I hastened my steps towards the throne room.

As I entered, my eyes went straight towards the throne, and there sat a man, not old enough like a father, and that made me wonder how old he could be.

He was busy with two men working alongside him, but then I held my shoulder high and walked towards them.

“Long live, Your Supreme Majesty!!” My voice echoed in the hall, pulling their attention. I was on my knees, head lowered, “By the Prince's order, I am here to get the petitions he is to work on.”

Silence stretched for some time before he cleared his throat…

“Are you the human eunuch I heard about?” he asked, his voice just as the Prince’s.

I gave a single nod, “Yes, my King.”

“Good, then take it over there,” he pointed towards the table to his left.

I stood and walked closer, grabbing the petitions and putting them in order on my arms, when he added…

“But you don't have a human scent…”

All the time, yet I can't even find out what I am.

I said nothing, but picked up everything and bowed to him while he kept staring at me.

My chest almost exploded. As much as I knew, he could order my execution at that point, and so I needed to be out of his sight quickly.

I came to understand that I am left to protect myself, and not the Prince or his right-hand man always shielding me.

My legs twitched so fast towards the door, but I came face to face with someone I didn't expect to see…the man from the pleasure house, the one I had hit back there.

As he stepped in, walking closer to me while my legs glued to the floor, I didn't notice as the rolls slipped to the floor, my breath caught in my throat.