The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 655: You only come when you are hungry, What kind of daughter are you?
The little white beast was no longer truly little now. She had lost most of the round baby look that used to make her seem like a fluffy dumpling with claws.
Her limbs were longer, her body more graceful, and her face was beginning to show the outline of the powerful beast she would become later.
Right now, though, she still looked like a mischievous teenager who remembered very well where the food was served.
The moment she saw Isabella eating, Glimora let out a low sound that sounded very much like accusation.
Isabella raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?" she said, setting down her spoon dramatically. "So now you remember I exist."
Glimora padded in with complete confidence and sat near the table, blue eyes fixed directly on the food.
Zyran snorted and dropped down lazily on the other side. "Of course she remembers you when there is meat. When there is no food, she is busy running after that mountain beast and pretending she has grown up."
Glimora immediately turned her head and growled at him.
The growl was no longer the small squeaky sound it used to be. It had become deeper now, enough to sound threatening if one ignored the fact that she was currently glaring because someone exposed her shameless behavior.
Isabella could not help laughing.
She reached out and rubbed the top of Glimora’s head. The beast instantly leaned into the touch, the betrayal obvious.
"You only come when you are hungry," Isabella accused lightly. "What kind of daughter are you? You spend all your time with that giant mountain beast now. You don’t even stay with me anymore."
Glimora huffed softly through her nose, which only made her look guiltier.
Cyrus, who had been watching quietly, tore a small piece of warm meat and passed it over. Glimora accepted it immediately, proving Isabella’s point with shameless speed.
"There," Isabella said, pointing at her. "Look at that. No shame at all."
Zyran clicked his tongue. "That one really takes after the people around her."
He said it while looking directly at Isabella.
Isabella narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying I’m shameless?"
"I’m saying you have influenced the whole house."
Cyrus lowered his head slightly to hide the smile at his lips.
For a brief, lovely moment, the room felt light. Warm. Normal. Isabella ate. Glimora stole food in a dignified way that was not dignified at all. Zyran complained. Cyrus quietly arranged things so Isabella would not have to reach too far. Outside, the morning sounds of the village floated in through the stone walls.
Then footsteps sounded in the hall.
Not calm like Kian’s.
Not annoying like Osiris’.
Quick. Professional. Familiar.
Luca appeared at the doorway, one hand still resting near the weapon at his waist. He stared at her with an awkward expression on his face, because he knew better than to disturb her in the middle of breakfast unless it truly mattered.
That alone made Isabella’s mood sink.
Luca bowed his head slightly, but there was an awkward look on his face.
"There are visitors in the village," he said.
The room changed at once.
The warmth was still there. The food was still there. But the mood that had just been soft and funny tightened like a pulled string.
Isabella frowned at once.
She looked at Luca and asked the question her heart had already answered.
"This isn’t good, is it?"
Luca smiled awkwardly.
That awkward smile said everything.
Isabella slowly put down her food and looked toward the ceiling for one brief second as if asking the heavens why they were so attached to her.
"Can I never have one peaceful moment?" she muttered. "At least wait until I give birth. Is trouble also craving my attention now?"
Zyran’s expression darkened first. Cyrus’s softened into concern. Glimora, sensing the shift in the room, lowered herself slightly and looked toward the doorway.
"You don’t have to go if you don’t want to," Cyrus said immediately. "We can handle it for you."
Zyran nodded at once. "Exactly. Stay here. Eat. I’ll go make the visitors regret breathing too loudly."
That sounded tempting.
Very tempting.
But Isabella looked at Luca again and shook her head.
"If Luca dares to disturb me during breakfast, then it’s important," she said. "I have to go."
Cyrus’s brows pulled together slightly. He did not like it. Neither did Zyran.
Still, once Isabella had made up her mind, trying to stop her directly was about as useful as trying to stop snow from falling with one’s bare hands.
So the two males immediately switched from "stop her" to "support her."
That itself was a very beastman thing to do. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Zyran was already reaching for her. Cyrus moved at the same time. Isabella had not even properly gotten up before both of them were clearly preparing to carry her.
She stared at them.
"I can still walk, you know."
Neither of them listened.
Of course they didn’t.
To them, "can still walk" and "should walk" were not the same thing at all.
The final arrangement ended with Isabella being helped along despite her protests, Zyran at one side, Cyrus near the other, Luca leading them, and Glimora shamelessly following because any situation involving her mama clearly involved possible excitement.
By the time they reached the front area near the gates, the village had already gathered enough curiosity to make the air noisy.
People whispered to one another as they stood at a careful distance.
"Visitors?"
"From outside?"
"I heard they are from the city."
"From the city?"
The last whisper spread fastest.
That alone was enough to make everyone’s expressions change.
A city.
Their small village had visitors from the city.
For people who had spent most of their lives ignored, looked down on, or threatened by stronger places, the idea itself felt heavy.
Isabella heard the whispers and felt her irritation deepen.
"What kind of trouble do they want now?" she thought.
When she finally arrived near the gate area, her sharp eyes swept over the scene immediately.
Kian was already there.
Of course he was.
He stood facing the visitors with his usual cold calm, broad shoulders steady, expression unreadable.
Even without trying, he gave off the feeling of a mountain that would rather stay silent but could easily crush anyone foolish enough to challenge it. A few guards stood behind him, alert and stiff.
