The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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.

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

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

Tears glistened on his eyes against the smugness that was painted on my face. For a second, I thought he was going to bawl his eyes out.

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

of me,

on his advice. His calm demeanor against my boiling anger made me look like the

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 and felt a sense of closeness even though we argued

his nice-brother persona surfaced. "Beryl, let's not fight anymore. Would you instead solve the

your appearance. Why are you wearing bandages anyway? Can

"No. Mommy has told me that

me through that crack of doubt. Mommy and Daddy were both good-looking, and I was pretty, so to me, it just

thin under my touch. To

I pondered about how we could possibly be twins, he muttered awkwardly, "I really can't take the

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

"Of course not!"

because you're really