Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 898 The Children’s World

Beryl’s POV:

I waved my hand to bid my mother goodbye and turned on my heels to follow Arron to line up.

I garbled the cookies in my pocket and began to miss my mother even though we just parted. But I drilled the thought in my mind that it was futile dwelling on unfounded longing when we would be seeing each other soon.

My love for my mother was infinite, and no one could replace her in my heart.

Adding myself to the list as I lined up after Arron, none of us could have braced ourselves for parting from our mothers at this moment.

It wouldn’t surprise me to know there were diverse beautiful and lovely children, each unique from one another, in the capital city. Just thinking about how Mommy would actually fancy other children aside from me and my brother was enough to crush my spirits. I shivered. Arron and I must keep an eye on Mommy.

I faced forward and had myself on alert. I set my eyes up front and there I saw the leader of the team—a plump she-wolf who was the picture of a kind one at that. I paid attention as she softly spoke, and it was almost as if she was easy to fool.

myself munching the cookies I got while scanning the area. Everyone was participating in the

you?” The teacher moved her head from one side to the other

waved my hand before saying,

play hide and seek with us.”

at the cookies in my hands. After a while, I walked over to where they were

like this—all the more did I despise playing with girls who easily bawl. But at this instance, I could only sigh as I was left with no other choice. For Arron’s and my plan to work out just fine, I had to brush off the distaste that was burdening me as I f0rced myself towards where most of

my face, I picked up the ball for them,

my God, Beryl! You’re unexpectedly sweet today,” the teacher mused, still darting at me a baffled expression. She took out a handful of cand*ies from her pocket and handed them over to me. “Here, a reward for

I was somehow pleased with how things turned out; I got free snacks and I would love to share them with Arron

managing to behave myself; I was able to stop

as he could that my acting was the worst and that if

teachers, who, I just came to notice, were shooting at me with disbelieving glances

shot a stare at the ball in my hand before throwing it into the bin, just as the stout teacher turned her head to

me. “Watch how you behave. If you’re not going to be a good sport, then you can rest in your corner. You