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.

Right when I thought I had the upper hand, he conceded. "You're so childish, Beryl. Fine, I get it now. Mommy loves

stamped my feet in anger. "Stop making fun of me, or

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 FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ

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 me. I couldn't deny the fact that

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

motioned towards the bandages. "I'm more interested in your appearance. Why

before finally saying, "No. Mommy has told me that I can't

now hesitation had found its way inside me through that crack

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

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

he was the stupidest 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 to see your face; is

"Of course not!"

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