Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal’s POV:

I felt as though I had slept for a long time. When I woke up again, Arron and Beryl were already sixteen or seventeen years old.

They looked like younger versions of me and Rufus, and though they looked a little older, they still acted the same.

Beryl, in particular, was as vivacious and charming as before.

We were having afternoon tea in the garden. When Rufus came back from work, we could go to the amusement park together.

Beryl was chatting with her brother while Ian was basking in the sun beside my feet. He was much bigger and stronger than I remembered, and he was a spitting image of his mother.

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“Mommy, please tie my hair like you did last time!” Beryl held out two colorful hair bands in front of me.

Although I couldn’t remember what I had done to her hair last time, I subconsciously took the hair bands from her. “Two pigtails, right?”

“Yes!” Beryl smiled brightly. She sat in front of me and asked sweetly,

“Mommy, would you like some water?”

“Okay, thanks,” I answered as I picked up the wooden comb from the table.

Beryl stood up and poured me a glass of water. Just as she was about to hand it to me, the glass of water suddenly turned into a dagger that had thirty-six dazzling sapphires on its hilt.

Wait a second… Why did it look so familiar?

I felt shocked. There seemed to be something at the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t make it out. My mind went blank, as though it was shrouded in thick fog.

The next second, my beautiful surroundings faded away and was replaced by a barren grassland. Arron and lan were nowhere to be found.

Only Beryl and I were left, and Beryl looked a bit weird.

“Beryl, what’s wrong

“But before I could finish my sentence, Beryl’s expression suddenly turned ferocious. She swung her arm and stabbed the dagger into my belly.

The sharp pain felt so real. I clutched my stomach, and there was Nothing I could do but watch helplessly as Beryl’s face gradually turned into Noreen’s.

‘This is what you get for killing me.”

The horrifying voice suddenly jolted me awake.

I stared at the bare ceiling above me, soaked in cold sweat. I didn’t know where I was until Rufus gentle voice pulled me back to reality.

I turned dowh and found Rufus sitting next to my bed, holding my hand anxiously.

“Rufus, I had a terrible nightmare,” I whimpered. Just recalling the last scene in my dream gave me the shivers.

“It’s okay. It was just a dream.” Rufus bent over to k**s my eyelid and gently comforted me. Then he helped me sit up in bed and handed me a bowl of black liquid. “Drink this medicine first. It’ll help soothe your nerves.”

I was still reeling from my nightmare, so I didn’t really hear what Rufus was saying until he mentioned something about seeking help from a wizard.

“Did the wizard give you this medicine?” I frowned at the bowl of black liquid. It looked far from appetizing.

Thinking of taking the medicine, I felt I was okay already.

Rufus smoothed my hair and gently coaxed me, “Don’t worry. I asked the wizard to make it for you.”

“Okay.”

1 pursed my lips and took the bowl reluctantly. While holding my breath, I gulped the liquid down.

It tasted a little sour.

Frowning, I quickly reached for the piece of candy on the bedside table and popped it into my mouth, covering the sour aftertaste with sugar.

“Do you want to meet the wizard? He’s over three hundred years old, and he’s the best among those in the neutral party. Perhaps he’ll know how to deal with our situation,” Rufus said, setting the empty bowl aside.

Hearing this, I immediately jumped out of bed and blurted, What re we waiting for? Take me to him!”

At the mention that there might be a solution, I couldn’t wait to meet the wizard.

Fortunately, the wizard was just waiting for me downstairs. As soon as we went downstairs, I saw a man in a large black robe. His hood covered his whole face, and there was a big red fluffy ball on the tip of the hood.

He looked very thin and small from the back.

Honestly, he looked more like a witch than a wizard from my kantage point. But when he turned around and took off his hood, I gasped in surprise. It was none other than Murray, the strange wizard I met in the black market five years ago. He was the one who told me to look for my mother’s inheritance book!

Obviously, Murray also recognized me. “Well, well, well. It seems the little girl found the inheritance book and became a powerful black witch.”