The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 561: He left the village this morning.
The moment Isabella saw Zyran step out the village entrance, her stomach dropped to her knees.
Because of all the people in this world who could have been the first to see her, fate decided to punish her by gifting her with Zyran.
Zyran, the black panther.
Zyran, the psychopath.
Zyran, the king of jealousy.
Zyran, the man whose face was never peaceful unless he was causing violence.
He stood there like a storm in human form, his long dark hair falling over his shoulders, his red eyes glowing with something feral. The moment he saw her in Osiris’ arms, his expression twisted so violently that even the air trembled.
Isabella’s soul sighed.
Of course.
Of course he was the first one to appear.
Why would the universe ever give her peace.
She barely had time to react before Ophelia, her sweet, round cheeked, warm hearted friend came running out from the crowd like a ball of sunshine with legs.
"Isabella," Ophelia cried, throwing her arms around her. "We missed you so much. All of us. You were gone for so long."
Isabella hugged her back tightly. Glimora clung to her shoulder and nuzzled Ophelia’s cheek. Everything should have been sweet and pure.
Except Osiris was still glued to her waist like a stubborn vine.
Isabella grit her teeth.
"Do you not know when to let go," she hissed under her breath.
Osiris did not even blink. He only leaned down and whispered to her ear with a voice smooth enough to strangle her.
"Agree first."
Ophelia pulled back with wide innocent eyes.
"Agree to what," she whispered, completely confused.
Isabella glared at him. "You are literally threatening me."
In front of them, Zyran stood stiff like a statue ready to murder someone. His expression was dark. Too dark. Dark enough that the villagers began stepping back unconsciously.
His nails suddenly elongated into vicious claws.
His voice came out low and deadly. "Who are you."
The ground trembled beneath his toes.
Isabella instantly knew that tone. That tone meant murder.
She lifted her hand tiredly.
"Hey. Enough. Stop it both of you. I am pregnant and tired and not in the mood to witness either of you kill each other."
She turned to Osiris with a sigh that carried generations of pain.
"Fine. Let go of me. I agree."
The moment she said it, Osiris released her waist.
But before she could step away, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.
Fast.
Soft.
Sure.
Bold.
Isabella froze.
She froze so hard her soul packed its luggage.
What.
When.
How.
Why.
Who gave him permission.
She turned her head sharply to stare at him. Her eyes were wide with outrage. Her heart strangely warm. Her brain confused. This man was changing. He used to be stupid and annoying. Now he was stupid, annoying, and bold.
He looked down at her with a small smirk that made her stomach flip.
In her heart she screamed, Oh no, why is did he have to be here?
In front of them, Zyran let out an animalistic growl that rolled across the village like thunder. Birds flew out of trees. Children screamed. A few elderly nearly fainted.
Isabella spun toward him and pointed aggressively.
"You better not start trouble. And who is your wife. Because it is not me."
The villagers gasped.
Zyran held her gaze. His jaw clenched. His eyes were full of possession and fury. But Isabella turned away from him with a sigh, deciding life was too short to deal with feral cats today.
She looked at her people instead.
Her heart softened.
They looked different.
Better.
Stronger.
Happier.
Their skins glowed from her skincare. Their hair looked healthier from her oils. Their clothes were cleaner and sewn neater. Children looked rounder and stronger. Women looked brighter and more confident. Men looked less tired and more hopeful.
Her heart warmed.
They had survived while she was gone.
The next moment, a group of little children rushed to her and hugged her legs so tightly she almost fell. Isabella bent down with a laugh and rubbed their heads one by one.
"We missed you, Goddess Isabella," one child said softly. "You are pregnant. Is our king the father."
Her entire face turned cold.
Kian.
The name felt like a stone landing on her chest. She had not thought about him in a long time, ever since their last painful scene. Ever since she left with a heart that felt broken in too many places.
Before she could answer the children, a ripple passed through the crowd.
Kian had arrived.
He walked forward slowly. Tall. Strong. Golden skinned. His lion eyes soft yet sharp at the same time. He looked like a king returning from war, except his face was slightly hollow. His eyes were tired. His hair looked like it had been tied in a hurry. He had not been sleeping well. Anyone could see it.
Isabella stood up straight.
He stopped in front of her, looking down at her as if he had been starving for the sight.
"You are back," he said quietly.
Isabella lifted her chin slightly. "Clearly, I am back. Or have you gone blind."
The villagers whispered among themselves, sensing the tension. Isabella did not look at Kian again. Her heart hurt. And she refused to let anyone see it.
Osiris watched Kian with narrowed eyes.
Zyran watched Osiris with murderous intent.
Kian watched Isabella with longing.
The three men radiated enough tension to start a forest fire.
Isabella pretended she did not notice any of them.
"Well," she said to everyone, "I brought something back for the village. Something important. I am excited to share it with all of you. But for now, I need to rest."
Ophelia nodded eagerly. "Come. You can rest in my room or yours. It does not matter."
Isabella smiled at her. Her first real smile of the day.
She took Ophelia’s hand and walked into the village, Glimora perched proudly on her shoulder.
Children followed. Women cheered. Men clapped. Everyone celebrated.
Except the three men who glared at each other like beasts preparing for dominance battles.
Zyran crossed his arms, already plotting how to eliminate this phoenix boy before sunset.
Kian clenched his fists, wondering why Isabella avoided his gaze.
Osiris shrugged at both of them with a silent, victorious smirk.
Inside the village, Isabella leaned close to Ophelia and whispered quietly.
"Where is Cyrus. I did not see him anywhere."
Ophelia froze.
Her steps faltered.
She turned to Isabella slowly, expression softening with something sad.
"He left the village this morning."
Isabella almost dropped Glimora. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Her eyes widened. Her breath caught in her chest.
"What?" she whispered.
