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.

self-willed than he was. When Mommy was already involved, there was no way I would let him

disagree. Mommy loves me more!” I sported a wry expression and made him see it, just for the expense of pissing him even

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

to me how good of an actor he was. He burst into laughter, catching me off guard, all while tears still streamed down his face. 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

“Stop making fun of me, or I’ll tell on 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 take on his advice. His calm demeanor

get through to him by letting me have my way, which was actually maddening. Yet somehow, there was

us to sit on. As he did, his nice-brother persona surfaced. “Beryl, let’s

my head without second thoughts. I motioned towards the bandages. “I’m more interested in your appearance. Why

before finally saying, “No. Mommy has told me that I can’t

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,

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 don’t know how to wrap them

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

“Of course not!”