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 make out how he was

pinch on his face. I was just elated. I loved my mommy

I waited for him to finish washing his hands so we could brush our teeth

third day, right when Everybody else was having a good night’s rest, I woke Arron up to help me start packing up. After making sure everything was ready, we covered ourselves with thick coats, a scarf,

shoelaces loosened. Just when we were ready to go out,

happy it was him. I

scratched Ian’s ear before asking

we were going to run away.” I

head on the nook of my neck and rubbed his head

with us.” Arron voiced

figure. He was too big, and if we walked

you can’t go with us,” I

his head and whimpered. Then he gave me a look which suggested he didn’t understand a thing I was saying. Every time he wanted to do otherwise, he would pretend like he had no idea what

head between my hands. “Just stay in the pack and wait for us to come back. I will bring you something delicious when we get

him. But Ian just rolled over on the ground, as if he wouldn’t let us leave

squatted down to his level, poked his nose with my finger, and said, “Two roast chicken drumsticks sounds