The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 633: Aftermath 2

The moment Cyrus heard Isabella’s soft voice he stiffened. He really did not want to look at her right now because he felt really disgusted at himself.

At the fact that he had enjoyed the feeling of killing that man and the fact that a part of him would do it again if given the chance.

How would she react if she found out he wasn’t just an "ordinary" snake beast like the rest but something worse.

How would she react when she found out about his secret?

"Cyrus?" Isabella called out to him again, because she could feel the tension coming from him.

She also sensed the way he was avoiding her and immediately thought that maybe he was scared of her judging him.

So she wanted to fix that immediately.

Cyrus’ head lifted and their eyes met.

Isabella saw something flicker in his gaze, something wild at the edges, like the shadow of a beast lurking behind the gentle snake. It wasn’t anger.

It wasn’t hatred. It looked like fear that had been trapped for too long and had finally found a crack to leak through.

Her hand lifted toward him without thinking. She wanted to hold his wrist, to tell him he was fine, to tell him he did well, to tell him he saved her. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Cyrus flinched and he pulled back.

The movement was small, but it hit Isabella’s chest harder than any enemy blade had. She felt her heart clenched.

Her hand froze in midair and her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t want to sound weak on the wall, in front of everyone. She swallowed the sting down like bitter medicine.

Cyrus immediately regretted it when he saw the expression on her face.

He saw her eyes widen just a little. He saw the way her expression tightened, and it made his throat ache.

He wanted to step forward and he wanted to grab her hand and press it to his face like he usually did, like he was always grateful for her touch.

But his fear was louder than his desire. Because he felt to disgusting right now to even be standing in front of her.

If she touched him while his hands were still warm with blood, he felt like he would stain her. And he wasn’t worried about staining her physical but instead he was worried about staining her spiritually.

He was dirty.

"Don’t come closer," he thought desperately. "Not like this."

His voice came out hoarse. "I... I need to wash first."

Isabella stared at him for a second longer. Then she nodded slowly like she understood, even though she didn’t fully.

"Okay," she said, voice calm. "Then wash. But don’t disappear."

Cyrus’s throat moved again. He nodded stiffly and turned away quickly, almost too quickly, as if he was afraid he would break if he stayed in front of her another second.

He stepped down from the wall and vanished into the inner corridors, his retreating figure looking strangely lonely even though he was surrounded by people.

Zyran watched Cyrus leave with narrowed eyes.

Even Zyran, who always acted like everything in the world was funny, didn’t joke right now.

He stayed quiet, his gaze flickering toward Isabella’s face as if checking if she was okay, then flickering back to the darkness outside the wall.

"This is not normal," he thought. "Not the killing, killing is normal. The way he snapped, and the way Isabella’s mark reacted, that is something else."

Before Isabella could breathe out properly, footsteps thundered up the wall stairs like someone was sprinting to save the world.

Osiris appeared.

His hair was messy and his cloak flapped behind him, and his face looked pale with panic that did not suit him at all.

He shoved past two guards who tried to stop him, muttering something dramatic about "the goddess must not be harmed," as if Isabella had been dangling off a cliff.

The moment he reached her, he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, eyes scanning her up and down so aggressively it felt like he was trying to count her bones.

"Are you hurt?" Osiris demanded. "Are you bleeding? Are you dizzy? Are your babies dizzy? Do babies get dizzy? Why did you even come out here, you stubborn woman!"

Isabella blinked.

Of course. Of course Osiris would be the first person to turn the aftermath of a night raid into a lecture.

She pried his hands off her shoulders with effort. "I am fine," she said calmly. "If you shake me harder, my babies will come out and slap you."

Osiris looked like he wanted to faint.

"You shouldn’t have participated," he complained, voice tight. "Everyone was worried for you. Even Kian looked like he wanted to bite someone, and Kian always looks like that, but tonight it was worse. Do you know how terrifying it is when the king looks extra terrifying?"

Isabella couldn’t help it. A small laugh almost escaped her throat. The bird was really stupid, sometimes his stupidity was cute too.

Then her belly kicked again, and the laugh died because her back hurt.

"You are making too much noise," she scolded instead. "If you were really worried, you should have burned the attackers before they climbed the wall."

Osiris pouted because he had tried his best and everyone knew that. Since he still had some problems with his powers and transforming. He had really tried his best.

Osiris puffed his cheeks. "I did burn them."

"Then burn them better next time," Isabella replied, as if she were discussing seasoning.

Osiris stared at her, mouth open, completely defeated by her logic.

At that moment, Bubu’s voice rang in Isabella’s mind, quieter than usual, as if it didn’t want to disturb her too much.

[Host, warning.]

Isabella’s eyelid twitched. "What now."

[Host, your red snake is not just a snake.]

Isabella froze for half a breath. Her gaze didn’t change on the outside, but inside her mind she slowly turned her head toward her system like a woman side-eyeing someone who had just said something extremely suspicious.

"What do you mean he is not just a snake?" Isabella asked in her mind, each word carefully pressed down like a knife.