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.

I had expected the exaggeration of my reaction. It amused him. I could make out how he was thinking that

him a cheeky smile and a pinch on his face. I was just elated. I loved my mommy and my brother, and no one

for him to finish washing his hands so we could brush our teeth together. We tid*ied ourselves

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 making sure everything was ready, we

cand*ies in the bag and 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

was him. I

before asking me,

I didn’t. I guess he knew we were going to run away.” I walked around Ian

his wolf head on the nook of my neck

to go with us.”

hesitating look as I quickly took in his figure. He was too big, and

can’t go with us,”

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

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

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

with my finger,