The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts-Chapter 534: What. Do not look at me like that

Chapter 534: Chapter 534: What. Do not look at me like that

Osiris tried again.

"Isabella."

Nothing.

She did not even flinch.

She kept cutting.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

The ugly scissors squeaked with every slice like a tortured animal.

He tried again, softer. "Isabella."

Silence.

He looked helplessly at Glimora, who sat on a fluffy patch of moss, staring at him with narrowed eyes. Judgemental eyes. Betrayal in those big round pupils.

Glimora crossed her little arms.

Osiris frowned. "Do not look at me like that. I did not expect her to take me seriously."

Glimora made an offended squeak.

Isabella turned around just enough to glare at him with an expression that said, do you even take yourself seriously.

He blinked. "What. Do not look at me like that."

She did not answer, just turned back and kept cutting.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

The sound mocked him.

Osiris shifted awkwardly, then stepped forward hesitantly. "Isabella."

Still nothing.

He tried again, taking another step. "Isabella, listen—"

Without turning, she spoke.

Her voice was low.

Cold.

Chilling.

Deadly.

"If you take another step towards me and you touch me, I will chase you down with these scissors and stab you to death."

Osiris froze so hard he stopped breathing. "That does not sound like what a normal female should be saying."

She ignored him entirely and kept cutting.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

He swallowed. His beast instincts screamed danger. "I did not mean it, all right. Let me help you. I want to help you now."

She did not even look at him.

Just cut.

Cut.

Cut.

Snip.

Snip.

He stepped back.

Because clearly, she was not playing.

Osiris frowned deeper. He didn’t understand why she was this angry. All he did was refuse, and she acted like he burned her house down.

"I did not expect you to take me seriously," he muttered. "I can do it. You do not have to."

She finally answered.

But not the way he hoped.

"Shut the fuck up and leave me alone," she said flatly.

He stiffened.

That was serious tone Isabella.

That was not fun arguing Isabella.

That was not dramatic Isabella.

This was the don’t piss me off Isabella.

So he backed away.

Slowly.

Confused.

Concerned.

Maybe slightly scared.

He watched her return to the endless sea of glowing fabric and continue cutting with robotic precision. The forest of materials rustled softly around her.

Even Glimora refused to go near him, turning her head in disappointment.

Osiris sighed and wandered to a soft patch of ground, sitting down with a dramatic flop. He hugged his knees, then glared at a vine for existing. Then at a pebble. Then at the air.

He waited.

He expected Isabella to get tired quickly.

Or frustrated.

Or overwhelmed.

Then she would come running back, yelling at him, demanding help, or insulting him until he gave in.

That was the usual pattern.

But Isabella did not come back.

She kept cutting.

Hours passed.

Actual hours.

The glowing sky-light inside the mountain shifted. The vines slowly dimmed as time moved.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

Osiris watched in disbelief.

She did not stop.

She did not slow down.

She changed her scissors once, pulling out a sharper pair from the system store.

Then she kept working.

Her hands moved smoothly. Her posture remained steady. Her breathing was calm but determined. She muttered a few curses under her breath every time she stepped on something, but otherwise she moved like she had become the god of sewing.

Osiris lifted his hand to call her again.

Then lowered it.

She was genuinely ignoring him.

He felt... strange.

Guilty.

He never felt guilt before.

Not once in his entire beast life.

But watching her small form move from vine to vine, cutting threads while her belly grew rounder by the week, something twisted uncomfortably in his chest.

He should have helped her.

He should have said yes.

She was pregnant.

And weak.

And fragile.

And human.

And irritating.

But she was still doing everything alone.

He muttered under his breath, "Maybe I should have just done it."

Glimora snorted in agreement.

He glared at her. "Do not judge me."

Glimora rolled her eyes.

He sighed again. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

He was about to stand and try again—just to see if she needed help—when he heard it.

A faint sound.

Not fabric rustling.

Not vines moving.

Not Isabella snipping.

Voices.

Beast people voices.

Low.

Distant.

Speaking quietly.

Footsteps.

Movement.

He stiffened.

That was not normal.

He stood up slowly and scanned the glowing textile forest. His beast ears twitched. The sound grew clearer.

People.

Multiple beast people.

He looked back at Isabella, who was entirely absorbed in her cultivation task.

She did not notice anything.

He hesitated.

Then squeezed through two thick layers of shimmering hanging cloth and stepped out of the main clearing. He followed the sound for a moment, just enough to see where it came from.

Isabella looked up and saw him vanish into the material forest.

Her eye twitched.

Under her breath, she muttered, "Ugh you are just stupid and huge for nothing."

She wanted to keep cutting, but fear stabbed her heart.

Why did he leave without telling her.

What if he got attacked.

What if something dragged him.

What if he got lost.

What if he got eaten.

What if she accidentally wished for his death and it was granted late.

She groaned.

She looked at her pile of materials. Only a few left. She could finish this. But she could not ignore the fact that Osiris had disappeared.

She hated him.

Hated him deeply.

Hated him spiritually.

But if something happened to him...

She would have no one to argue with.

And that was unacceptable.

She put everything she had collected into her space. The glowing fabrics folded neatly inside. She placed a hand on the freshly created machine and tapped it gently.

With a soft pulse, it vanished into her space as well.

It took up a lot of room.

A ridiculous amount.

But she didn’t care.

She looked at Glimora. "Come on. We will finish this later."

Glimora hopped onto her shoulder immediately.

Isabella walked into the depths of the textile forest.

"Osiris," she called quietly.

No answer.

She scowled. "If you are dead, I am going to kill you myself."

Still nothing.

She walked deeper.

Her steps grew slower, more cautious. Her instincts sharpened. Ever since she entered this mountain, her cultivation had awakened unintentionally. Her senses grew clearer every day. Her hearing deepened. Her awareness sharpened.

She focused.

Voices.

Many voices.

Real voices.

People.

She froze.

Her breath hitched.

"Oh my god," she whispered softly.

"That is... people. Actual people."