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.

he was. When Mommy was

Mommy loves me more!” I sported a wry expression and made him see it, just for the

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

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 the head. I

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

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

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

did, his nice-brother persona surfaced. “Beryl, let’s not fight anymore. Would

towards the bandages. “I’m more interested in your appearance. Why are you wearing bandages anyway? Can you take those off

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

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

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

I had ever laid my eyes on. “I can help you wrap them back in the same way.

“Of course not!”