Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 979 A Daily Quarrel

Beryl’s POV:

I wouldn’t risk him knowing about what went around my mind, so I diverted our conversation and cracked a smile. “So, Mommy still loves me more.”

Irked with my declaration, the little monster immediately shouted in anger, “No! Mommy loves me more than you, naughty girl!”

I snorted and didn’t back down. There was no argument that I had retreated from. “Why are you so worked up? I didn’t say that Mommy doesn’t love you. I’m just saying she loves me more.”

“Well, she loves us both the same. It’s fair now.” It seemed he was only helping himself feel much better; he looked dejected. His voice was muffled, as if he was only convincing himself that it was a fact.

How he was wheedling himself was funny to me. I thought he would always let me have my way. It turned out that he was as stubborn as an old man when it came to these situations.

was. When Mommy was already involved, there

loves me more!” I sported a wry expression and

painted on my face. For a second, I thought he was going to

little monster! Right when I thought

fun of me, or I’ll tell on you for being

do that all the time, and I’m used to it now.” The little monster’s eyes and brows curved as he looked at me with a smile, challenging me to take on his advice. His calm demeanor against my boiling anger made me look like the bad guy. That was even

him. It seemed to me that both my annoyance and competitiveness didn’t get through to him by letting me have my way, which was actually maddening. Yet somehow, there was an inkling of happiness lingering within me. I couldn’t deny the fact that I actually enjoyed his company

on. As he did, his nice-brother persona surfaced. “Beryl, let’s not fight anymore. Would you instead solve

my head without second thoughts. I motioned towards the bandages. “I’m more interested in your appearance. Why are you wearing bandages anyway? Can you

moment before finally saying, “No. Mommy has told me that I

to doubt if he was indeed an ugly creature under those wraps. I had always believed that he was one of my family, but now hesitation had found its way inside me through that crack of doubt. Mommy and Daddy were both good-looking, and I was pretty, so to me, it just didn’t sit right with me how they could have a son who was hideous. I couldn’t have

us being twins. While I pondered about how we

you wrap them back in the same way. Mommy will definitely not find out. You don’t want me to see

“Of course not!”