Chapter 17 She was climbing me like a tree

***Oliver's POV***
I saw Princess Angelina scrambling up a tree, and a lion was roaring at her underneath it.
"Help! Oliver help me!"
"Hamlet, go away! You're scaring the Princess."
I walked over and patted the lion's butt to get him to leave. Hamlet inclined his head and rubbed my pant leg, then stepped away from the tree.
"Come down, it's safe. Your Highness."
Princess Angelina looked at me incredulously, "Wait, Hamlet is the name of that lion? You owned this lion?"
I nodded: "My pet."
Princess Angelina's eyes went wide: "Are you crazy? You, a werewolf, raising a lion as a pet?"
"Is that crazy? I just picked it up and raised it. It's that simple. It's okay, it's tame, you can think of it as a bigger cat."
"Oh no, it's not tame!" Princess Angelina still clung to the trunk of the tree and wouldn't let go, "It lunged at me as soon as it saw me. It's going to eat me!"
I gave Hamlet a reproachful look. Hamlet stared at the grilled steak on the stone table, growled, and then lowered its head.
I figured out what it meant.
"Your Highness, did you just plan to have breakfast in the garden?"
"Yeah. I had just sat down when this lion roared and charged at me. It must have wanted to eat me."
"I think Hamlet just wanted to eat your steak. Don't be afraid. Come down from the tree. Hamlet wouldn't dare mess with me."
"Are you a good boy, Hamlet?"
The lion heard my voice. It gave an owl and walked obediently to my feet, squatting down with its tongue out.
The Princess had already put one foot on the ground, and when she saw Hamlet approaching, she retracted.
"I'm scared! Make it go away!"
"Okay."
I rubbed Hamlet's ears, "Get up, get up, and go back to your little room. No coming to the garden."
After Hamlet's figure disappeared into the garden, Princess Angelina carefully came down from the tree.
She was so cute, like a vulnerable shivering kitten. I tried my best to control myself from taking her into my arms.
"I thought you had left, Princess. Don't you have class in the morning?"
The Princess spat out her tongue, "Prince Oliver, haven't you ever heard of skipping class?"
"For a rare visit to Prince Oliver's house, I'm going to view your garden. Have a leisurely breakfast before you leave."
"Yes, take your time to enjoy it there. I'm going to the palace training camp."
I was just about to leave when suddenly Princess Angelina squealed and threw herself into my embrace.
"The lion, the lion is back!"
She was climbing me like a tree. She clamped her two legs tightly around my waist, and the scent of her body intoxicated me. I felt my face burning.
"Did you say Hamlet? It's not here."
"It is! It's hiding in the flowers! It's trying to eat me!"
I looked in the direction Princess Angelina pointed, and only then did I notice that Hamlet was hiding in the flowers, showing only half of its furry head.
"It doesn't eat people. It just wants to eat steak."
"No, the steak is mine."
"You let go of me and I'll shoo it away."
"Noooooo I'm scared! You shoo it away first, then I'll let go of you!"
Instead of releasing me, Princess Angelina hugged me even tighter. Our bodies were pressed tightly together. She almost squeezed her breasts on my face.
I stuttered, "I, I, I can't drive it away until you free me."
Hamlet, who thought Angelina was attacking me, immediately rushed to us and roared viciously at the Princess.
Princess Angelina was completely scared out of her wits. She wrapped her arms around my neck and climbed hard on both legs to my body.
She didn't even dare to look at Hamlet, whose fangs outstretched, just said in terror: "Go away, go away, don't come over!"
She rubbed herself against me, which made my body all hot, and my dick reacted fiercely.
I tried to push her away, but I felt something soft as soon as I reached out. I was so shocked that I immediately withdrew my hand.
"Hamlet, go away! Don't make me say it again! Don't go near the garden! Or you won't get any food today!"
Hamlet saw that I was angry and immediately shrank back into the flowers and disappeared.
Only then did Princess Angelina drop down and get off of me. But she always held on to one of my arms to keep me from leaving.
" Let go of me princess, I'm gonna go to the palace."
"Wait for me! Don't go! The lion will come back as soon as you leave . Please wait for me to finish the meal and I'll go back to the palace with you. I miss Grandfather and Lisa."
I watched her take a big bite of steak, her cheeks puffing out like a hamster. My heart became soft.
"Eat slowly, don't choke."
"Aren't you in a hurry to get to training camp? Will you be late?"
I sat down beside Princess Angelina: "Already late. Not afraid to be late for longer."
The Princess ate while warily watching for Hamlet to appear. I swear she's the loveliest werewolf I've ever seen.
I wonder if she didn't have a wolf? Does she really not feel the mate bond?
"Your Highness, no offense, but I'd really want to ask, were you born without a wolf?"
Princess Angelina's chewing action suddenly stopped, and she glanced at me with some displeasure, "You know it's an offensive question, then don't ask it."
"Please don't be offended. I just suspect that you might not have been born without a wolf, but your wolf awakened late. You have the noble lycan blood of the Alpha King in you, and your wolf is not the same as a normal werewolf's."
Princess Angelina pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked me, "Suppose, I just suppose, if a werewolf's wolf is taken away by someone with witchcraft, can he still ask for it back?"
My heart hurt as if a needle had stabbed it.
"Someone took away your wolf with witchcraft?!"
"No, no, no, of course not. I said hypothetical, I just hypothesized. Don't you make a fuss about it."
Despite Princess Angelina's strenuous denial, my intuition told me my guess was correct. The Princess had not been born without a wolf but had been taken away from her. For some reason, the Princess was reluctant to tell anyone who had taken her wolf.
My body trembled, and I clenched my fists tightly to suppress my urge to kill.
"I don't know. Only black witches know this evil long-lost witchcraft. But there might be some ancient books in the royal library that would have records of it. I can go to the palace and ask the administrator to check."
Watching the Princess's expression change from disappointment to hope, I was sure that the so-called "hypothesis" was something she had personally experienced.
"Then let's go to the palace now."
"But you haven't finished eating."
"I'm not hungry anymore. Let's give the rest of the steak to Hamlet."