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.

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 all, you got hit in the head. I bet that's how you became

of me, or I'll tell

a smile, challenging me to take on his advice. His calm demeanor against my boiling anger

It seemed to me that both my annoyance and competitiveness didn't get through to him by letting me

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

thoughts. I motioned towards the bandages. "I'm more interested in your appearance. Why are you wearing bandages anyway? Can you take those off and let

deliberated for a moment before finally saying, "No. Mommy has

now hesitation had found its way inside me through that crack of doubt. Mommy and Daddy were both good-looking, and I

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

we could possibly be twins, he muttered awkwardly, "I really can't take the bandages off... because I don't know

if he was the stupidest boy I had ever laid my eyes on. "I can help you wrap them back in the same

"Of course not!"

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