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.

When Mommy was already involved, there

I sported a wry expression and made

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

This little monster! Right when I thought I had the upper hand, he conceded. “You’re so childish, Beryl. Fine, I get it now. Mommy loves you more. After all, you got hit in

feet in anger. “Stop making fun of me, or I’ll tell on you

ahead. You used to 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

was at loss for words, not knowing how to get back at 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

his nice-brother persona surfaced. “Beryl, let’s

motioned towards the bandages. “I’m more interested in your appearance. Why are you wearing bandages anyway?

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

began 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

before extending my arm to touch his. His face was thin under my touch. To me, there was nothing that could possibly scream about us being twins. While I pondered about how we could possibly be twins, he muttered awkwardly, “I really can’t take the bandages off… because I

my eyes on. “I can help you wrap them back in the same way. Mommy will definitely not find out. You don’t want me to see your face; is it because you’re lying to

“Of course not!”