Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 900 Acting like A Spoiled Child

Beryl’s POV:

Once the night activity ended, the teacher accompanied me and Arron back to our exclusive tent.

Thick blankets were waiting for us in the tent, and even the prepped bed was soft—-just how we liked it. Our favorite dolls were also lying on the bed. It felt as though Mommy had just been here and arranged all of this for us.

I flopped myself on the bed and raked the dolls with my arms as I rolled around. My blood rushed against my veins as excitement shot through me. I began to hope that tomorrow would arrive sooner than any logic could beat.

“Beryl, apply the mosquito repellent.” Arron climbed onto the bed with a green bottle in his hand.

I sat up straight and rolled up the legs of my trousers. There were indeed mosquito bites on the exposed parts of my ankle. Perhaps I was too preoccupied that I hadn’t really paid attention to other things while we were out on the camp.

I dug my nail on the bites to form a cross out of it and giggled at my handiwork. Arron gently slapped my hand away and applied the ointment on the area. The night was cold outside this tent, but the minty ointment was colder and it made me shiver.

exaggeration of my reaction. It amused him. I could

face. I was just elated. I loved my mommy and my brother, and no one

for him to finish washing his hands

waited for had finally come. Before dawn on the third day, right when Everybody else was having a good night’s rest, I woke Arron up to help me start packing up. After

tie our shoelaces tightly. We wouldn’t be risking to blow this plan if we easily fell down with our shoelaces loosened. Just when we were ready to go out, some noise came from outside the

so happy it was him. I asked Ian to

scratched Ian’s ear before asking me, “Did you ask

I guess he knew we were going to run away.” I walked around Ian and

sat straight. He squeezed his wolf head on the nook of

to go with us.” Arron voiced

took in his figure. He was too big, and if we walked together, his

can’t go

a thing I was saying. Every time he wanted to do otherwise, he would pretend like he

I held his head between my hands. “Just stay in the pack and wait for us to come back. I will

persuade him. But Ian just rolled over on the ground,

squatted down to his level, poked his nose with my finger, and said, “Two