Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 899 Do Something Behind Mommy’s Back

Beryl’s POV:

“You’re aware how sharp and sensitive Mommy is, so you have to be careful. Don’t give yourself away,” Arron reminded me, worry was almost tangible from his voice. I shook my head at how anxious my brother was. It seemed he did not have his full confidence that we could pull this off. “Oh, don’t fret. Mommy’s phone will automatically turn off once we’re ready to escape. I figured the camp will definitely call her if they found out we’re missing, and if Mommy would unfortunately manage to find us, it’ll be the end of our plans. So I enabled the auto power-off function on her phone in advance.”

I initially got the idea from Alva. I heard she took Mommy’s phone on their first encounter.

Following my plan, Arron and I were set to hitch a ride in a van and leave the camp for the neighboring city tomorrow morning. I had previously inquired about a caravan that would deliver goods to the imperial city. The perfect disguise for us was to pretend to be some businessman’s children and get in the van. That part seemed to be foolproof, so I had faith it would work out well.

Once we arrived at the imperial city, even if we were busted, we could just call Mommy to pick us up. Arron and I have already memorized Mommy’s phone number just in case the situation called for it.

anticipated that Mommy would be beyond livid at us for doing such a stunt, but even if it were to happen, it would

if we encounter any danger on our way there? And how can you be sure that the caravan is safe? What if we encounter traffickers who prefer to

sported a heavy countenance. It was evident how deep he had been

not uncalled-for; it was

braveness from within ourselves. In order to be by Mommy’s side and see the imperial capital, that braveness I’m talking about…” I placed my hand against his chest, trying

lowered his head, and said in a low voice, “I just don’t want to worry Mommy —that’s what I don’t want

the point, Arron. We have to hurry and keep up with Mommy. Then she won’t need to worry about us anymore! I estimate the caravan to be as fast as Mommy’s troop.” I patiently comforted my brother, thinking that if he hesitated any longer, he would leave

we just beg Mommy to take

Do you even hear yourself? Mommy doesn’t want to take us with her. If she does, she wouldn’t have packed her things without us knowing.” Arron got on my nerves,

his grief. “I’m not a coward, Beryl. I just don’t want Mommy to be worried about us. If something

heels and faced him with a straight face. “Don’t worry. I know witchcraft and can protect us when necessary. We’ll surely arrive at the imperial