Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal’s POV:

When I tore open the bag, I found more than a dozen of Beryl’s favorite treats, all in different flavors.

Aside from myself, Felix arguably knew Beryl best.

“You are spoiling her.” I sighed and closed the bag in my hand.

Upon hearing what I said, Felix smiled and replied, “She’s still young. It’s okay to spoil her once in a while.

I felt helpless, but didn’t say anything more. Instead, I changed the topic and asked, “Have you found the house yet?”

In the past few years, Alva and Felix had been living in the orphanage. They refused to move into the new residence I arranged for them, saying that they wanted to have their own real home on their own.

The good thing was that Felix was a promising and smart kid. He had previously won the national snooker competition for three years in a row, making him the youngest champion ever.

Not only were the snooker fans of the whole empire astounded, but so was I.

Who knew that the ordinary young man who once lived in a sewer would one day become a talented snooker player?

Years later, Felix had amassed a sizable savings thanks to his success in a number of competitions. He had been looking to purchase a home recently but had yet to find the right one.

“I checked a pre-owned, three-story house this morning. It’s not bad. I’m going to take Alva to have a look tomorrow,” said Felix.

I nodded and responded, “If you need any help, just call me.”

While I was speaking, I glanced over at Arron. He was helping Alva unpack the cake box. It was a bit of a struggle to remove the tape from it with his tiny hands.

I squatted down, opened the cake box, and handed it to Alva.

“Thank you, Arron.” Alva dipped her head and seemed distracted, as if she wanted to confirm where Arron was seated.

Arron prodded Alva’s hand with his finger and said gently, “Don’t thank me. It was my mother who opened it for you.”

Even though it was a perfectly normal sentence, Arron’s ears puffed up and his face flushed.

I raised my eyebrows and found it interesting. Arron mirrored his father’s character. This was exactly how Rufus acted whenever he wanted a k**s from me. His ears would turn red and he wouldn’t dare to look at me.

I knew what Arron was thinking.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that Alva had no feelings for this little boy.

I held back my laughter. Arron looked like a little adult now.

“All right, let’s go look for your sister.” I reached out to stroke Arron’s little head and said goodbye to Felix and his sister.

Every time Beryl visited the orphanage, she would always stay in this abandoned children’s park.

I took Arron’s hand and found Beryl on a house shaped slide.

The poor girl was hiding in this small plastic house with her arms around her knees.

“Beryl, honey, come out. I brought your favorite.” I wanted to pull Beryl out, but she shrank back inside.

Seeing his sister resist, Arron climbed in and personally pulled Beryl out.

Beryl tightened her lips together and didn’t say anything. Only her eyes remained bright, while the rest of her face was completely black. I had no idea how she got dirt smeared all over her face and her two little buns messed up.

“Baby, are you still mad at me? Come and give me a hug.” Not caring that Beryl was covered in dirt, I pulled the little girl into my arms and rubbed my cheek against hers.

Beryl remained silent. She sniffed and her eyes turned red. “I’m not mad. I’m sad.”

Hearing Beryl’s words, my eyes welled up with tears and my heart ached. “I know I was wrong, baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you. Perry has been dismissed. We don’t need a nanny anymore. You just stay with me, and I promise to take care of you. Can you forgive me this time?”

“Really? Will you spend more time with me and my brother, Mommy?” Tears welled up in Beryl’s eyes and streamed down her cheeks profusely.

“Of course, baby. You and your brother are my everything. Nothing matters more to me that you two,” I said softly, reaching out to gently pat her little head.

Beryl burped and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand. “Well, then I will forgive you this time. But you must promise to keep your words.”

“I promise. But don’t forget about our deal too, okay? You can’t use witchcraft in public. Can you promise mommy that?” I looked at my little girl and asked seriously.

Beryl nodded vigorously and said, “Of course I can. If you can do it, so can I.”

“Then give me a high five as a promise.” I reached out my hand to Beryl.

Without any hesitation, Beryl raised her hand and slapped my palm, sealing both our promises to each other.