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.

his face. This little monster! Right when I thought I

my feet in anger. "Stop making fun of me, or I'll tell on you for being mean to

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 more irritating. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

away. Besides, I 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 of happiness lingering within

pulled two small stools for us to sit on. As he did, his nice-brother persona surfaced. "Beryl, let's not fight anymore.

more interested in your appearance. Why are you wearing bandages anyway? Can you

"No. Mommy has told me that I can't

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 a hideous

to touch his. His face was thin under my touch. To me, there was nothing that could possibly scream

he muttered awkwardly, "I really can't take the bandages off... because I don't know how to wrap them

boy I had ever laid 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

"Of course not!"

it because