My Lycan Demigod

21

HANSEL…

The moment I stepped into the Prince's chamber, he threw at me a question I didn't anticipate; one I had just thought about but hadn't put into action…

“And who said you can escape from my grasp? Why do you think you can leave when you already took the role? You think Aldric can be that reckless?”

My eyes widened in shock as I stared back at him.

How did he find out? He f*****g read my mind? But how did he do it?

I was so stunned that anyone who looked at me could see it so vividly across my face. I didn't know what to do or say. Kneel? Bow to him? Open my lips?

Lord Aldric’s voice followed, making me flinch, “My Prince, I do not plan to do such a thing…”

What the heck! Who then told me about leaving?

“I initially wanted to replace her, but you happened to find out about her gender, so I took such plans away from my list,” he added, and then I released a breath I had held for so long. He then turned to me, “But why do you still think about such things when you're playing your role perfectly? Is it because you aren't being paid?”

I quickly shook my head. How do I tell them the truth?

I won't f*****g dare…

Was there a way for me to block this man from reading my mind? I won't hesitate to do that.

If not for everything that happened last night, I wouldn't think about this. So, I turned to the Prince and bowed, “Punish me for being late today, your highness.”

“Is that why you want to leave?” Aldric chipped in between my words.

At first, I wanted to shake my head, but I had to follow up the line, with a broad smile, “Yes, my Lord… The Prince is already so kind to spare my life, so why will I be ungrateful just because I wasnt getting paid?” my chest clenched as I said that, because I knew deep down I hated that I wasn't being paid, even though my life mattered most.

He scoffed and turned to the Prince, “My Prince, what is her penalty?”

But he didn't respond. His eyes were glued to my face, staring like it was our first time meeting.

I tried not to think again, even though I was scared he was trying to figure out if I was the lady from last night. With my late resumption of work, wasn't that enough reason for him?

My fingers tangled the fabric of my robe. I stiffened at that spot, looking back at the god-like man who stood tall a few feet away from me.

“Bring in the witch doctor…” was all he said after minutes of silence, then he turned his back to me.

I recalled Lord Aldric telling him last night about his incompetence to find out anything about me, and then how he, the prince, mentioned a witch doctor.

Honestly, it would make sense if Lord Aldric found out about me because I seriously needed to know. Even if it meant helping him, I wouldn't care.

The door creaked, and the Lord walked in with a man, who did not walk ahead but stood just a few feet away from the door.

“Have him drink the concoction,” came the prince's command.

My brows furrowed. I was the ‘him’ he was referring to, right?

In the blink of an eye, the witch doctor stood before me, with the little bottle that contained a liquid…

“It won't harm you, but could arouse you,” he said and left it to me.

I locked eyes with Lord Aldric, who nodded at me, and I emptied it down my throat.

“Five minutes is enough for him to show his species. He would transform at that time,” the doctor said to our hearing.

Thanks to the gods, it wasn't about the tattoo, but my species.

With what I heard from him last night, either of us would die if he took back the tattoo, and I feared I would be the one to die. What if his tattoo had saved my life, and I lost my memories?

There was no way I would be his mate, and I was sure he didn't need one, so hoping to be one wouldn't save my ass.

Minutes elapsed to almost an hour, yet nothing happened.

Nothing changed in me. I felt nothing stirred in me. But only that feeling like last night.

I squeezed my palms on my dress, trying to control myself.

With my breath gradually becoming raspy, I knew I wouldn't hold it back for a long time; besides, the doctor told me I would be aroused.

“So, what does this mean? That he's a human?” the Prince queried, his voice revealing how annoyed he was with the failed action. “You two may leave.”

I glanced at Lord Aldric, my lips hung open as he made his way out with the doctor. I didn't wait but went to my knees…

“What are you? Who are you? Why can't I find out a thing about you?” he growled, finally turning to meet my longing gaze.

I really wanted answers to those questions, too, but who could I ask?

Found in the woods, covered in blood, and with amnesia…I had tried to find out what happened to me five years ago that made me look like I returned from death, but I found no answer.

And I was bearing his tattoo, so how did I end up with it?

Nothing was adding up, but what mattered now was to calm my lustful nerves.

He approached me and squatted, eyes locked against mine, “The day you go missing, I will find you and shred your skin into pieces.”

No problem. I wasn't leaving.

All I needed to do was to find another pleasure house that wasn't his, one I would make more money from.

I was lost for breath when he yanked me up by my arm. He dragged me to his table and forced my upper body to lie flat on it.

“Widen those legs and make sure not to seize those moans,” he ordered, his voice husky.

I scratched my fingers on the table, my legs already widened.

That f*****g concoction…

He yanked up my dress, and in the next seconds, I took him full. I felt the veins on his groin, how hard he was….but how come he was hard already?

Each of his thrusts increased the tingling sensation I felt all over me. I wished this would stop once I climaxed, and that he too wouldn't get tired until I was okay, even if he hated me that much.

He pounded hard against my flesh, gripping my waist.

His soft groans covered the atmosphere. The sound of his shaft hitting deeper into me was slippery.

I gasped for air, wanting to drag away the band I used on my chest.

He rode hard and continuous in me until I came undone the first time, still longing for more. I feared he would stop, but he continued, hitting me desperately, thrusting my entrance with utmost vigor.

I came hard all over his dìck, making the way into me easier and slick.

He spanked my ass hard and quickly pulled outta me, breathing hard just like me.

“Get in there and wash up immediately,” he gestured in command.

I sighed and dragged my feet towards his bathroom, my whole body covered in sweat.

It was after I was done that I recalled that order again as it resounded in my ear.

‘Why? He let me use his bathroom…’

But the deed was already done, and I couldn't pass through people to my chamber, smelling of s*x.

When I returned, he was busy flipping through several books, with Lord Aldric standing beside him.

I stared at the two men who only knew of my true gender, and thought of one thing…

‘What if I confide in them? It's not like I have any choice now…’

As though my thought triggered their attention, they both turned at once, and I bowed to them.

“Merchant Halvard is at the palace and requests your presence,” came the voice of Lord Aldric.

Merchant Halvard? Why the f**k did he need to see me when we were done? Does he even know the hell he put me through?