Chapter 113: I was in a Beast world
THE NEXT MORNING
BZZZZZZZ—
The alarm clock blared like it had a personal vendetta against sleep. Isabella groaned and shoved her face deeper into the mountain of pillows.
No magical mountains. No glowing fruits. No strange men or annoying system. Just the obnoxious beeping of her diamond-studded alarm clock that sat next to her glass of untouched cucumber water.
She cracked open one eye, blinking at the white ceiling with its fancy crown molding. Everything looked... aggressively normal.
Too normal.
She rubbed her eyes, hoping the world would shift again, that maybe she’d find herself back in that other place with sweat on her hide bed and skin burning like fire.
But nope.
Still here.
Still home.
Still wearing silk pajamas.