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.

next second, he proved 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

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

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

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.

to sit on. As he did, his nice-brother persona surfaced. "Beryl, let's not fight anymore. Would

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

before finally saying, "No. Mommy has told me that I

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

face was thin under my touch. To me, there

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

them back in the same way. Mommy will definitely

"Of course not!"

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