Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 882 Intimacy
Crystal’s POV:
“Beryl, you’re too young to understand this, but witchcraft is really dangerous.” I felt so helpless. I wanted to explain to her how destructive witchcraft could be, but she didn’t listen and insisted on opposing me.
“I didn’t use witchcraft for fun! I’m just punishing bad people.” Beryl pouted, feeling wronged.
I pursed my lips and said in a serious voice, “Perry is not a bad person. Even if she did something wrong, you shouldn’t use witchcraft on her. I’ve already told you not to use your power, and you’ve already given me your word. So, you just can’t do this. Why can’t you just listen to me for once?”
“She is a bad person! I don’t want to talk to you anymore. Bad mother! I don’t want to be near you anymore. Waah … Waah…” Beryl’s eyes turned red. She jumped out of the chair and ran out as fast as her short legs could carry her.
I hurried to catch up with her, only to spot her picking up the small wooden whistle hanging around her neck and blowing on it. A giant wolf came bounding inside. It was Ian.
The weak little wolf pup had grown up and transformed into a majestic giant wolf. As Ian grew up, his artificial appendages had been changed several times, the replacement materials becoming increasingly advanced. To make Ian more comfortable with his artificial limps,
I even used witchcraft to refine them. Not only did they look very cool and awesome, but they were also incredibly strong. He could now run so fast that even I couldn’t keep up with him.
Ian ran up to me and swung his big tail at me. His eyes were similar to Rin’s and were slightly narrowed, as if he were smiling at me.
Beryl grabbed Ian’s head to turn him toward her and sat on his back, her short legs dangling on either side of his flank.
“Ian, let’s go!” Beryl gently grasped his big ears, indicating that she wanted him to run fast.
Ian turned his head to look at me, then sped away in a flash.
I helplessly put my palm on my forehead. I was furious, but I could do nothing to this cheeky little devil.
And now, Ian stuck to Beryl like glue. When he was little, he clung to me and slept with me in the same room.
But after Beryl was born, Ian just betrayed me! No one could figure out how Beryl had managed to win his loyalty.
Alas! The kids had grown up and they were a real handful sometimes.
With a sigh, I turned around and bumped into Arron, who barely reached a little above my knees.
“Mommy,” he sweetly called out to me. He blinked his big eyes innocently, and the dimples on his cheeks were just like Rufus’.
My heart instantly melted again. I quickly crouched down and pulled him closer to me. “Mommy’s little baby. Fortunately, you’re willing to stay with me.”
“I love you and I like being around you.” Arron pressed his chubby face against my cheek and his scent filled my nostrils.
I ruffled his hair and pinched his chubby hand. I loved him so much. “You can eat cakes when Perry returns from the dessert parlor.”
“Okay!” Arron nodded and added, “I want to keep one slice for Beryl.”
“Okay, then give it to her for me. Just don’t tell her I know about it.” I picked Arron up with a smile and sat down at the bar counter. “Would you like some fresh juice?”
“Yes. Watermelon, please.” Arron sat on the stool and swayed his short legs happily.
“Okay, my little prince.” As I spoke, I picked up a big watermelon and began cutting it on the chopping board. As Arron observed me working, he suddenly said, “Both Beryl and I don’t like Perry. Can you keep her away from us from now on?”
My hands stopped moving and my eyes flew to his serious face in surprise.