Nine Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Landed Nine Matches

Three days later, Emma strolled out of her training room, grinning like she’d just hit the jackpot. She had just broken through to Rank 4. She practically skipped to her room, grabbed a quick shower, threw on clean clothes, and sprinted to her Gravicar.

The timing couldn’t have been sweeter.

Right after she broke through, her lightcore buzzed with a system alert.

‘Dear Ms. Emma Tibarn, this is a system notice. You’ve turned twenty-three today. Please report to the Imperial Female Consort Pavilion in F-268 before 5 p.m. for mate matching. Please be advised that late arrivals will result in a fine of 10,000 star coins, which will be automatically deducted from your account.

Emma smirked, thinking this was perfect. She decided to level up first and celebrate her birthday afterward. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Losing 10,000 star coins? Not a chance.

Ten minutes later, her Gravicar rolled to a stop outside the Imperial Female Consort Pavilion. She slipped it into her storage band, adjusted her jacket, and marched in.

She kept three storage bands: one packed with beast materials, one for valuables, and one dedicated to her Gravicar. Priorities mattered.

Inside, a staffer greeted her. “Ms. Emma Tibarn, your identity and rank have been verified. We’ll need a drop of blood. Please place your finger here.”

They held out a sleek scanner. Emma pressed her finger down, waited three seconds, and it was done-no pain, not even a mark.

“Congratulations, Ms. Tibarn,” the staffer stated. “You are now officially a Rank 4 Etherian. The Beastmate System will assign you nine mates. Typically, they will fall between Rank 5 and Rank 7. In rare cases, you could be matched with Rank 8, 9, or even 10. Is this clear to you?”

Emma’s jaw dropped. “Wait. Rank 9 or 10? Is that possible?”

The staffer gave a smile. “Rare, but yes.”

Her heart raced. High rank means hotter, right? That part I like. What if I can’t handle them, though?

“What happens if I can’t comfort a male that strong?” she asked, worry slipping into her tone,

“Don’t be concerned,” the staffer explained. “After matching, you and your matches have three months to adjust. If either side chooses not to continue, you can file for dissolution. It’s designed to be fair.”

Emma’s lips twitched. A three-month trial with a get-out-of-jail card? Cute. I’ve been so busy chopping monsters, extracting their cores, and leveling up just to survive that I don’t have time to read the Empire’s love manual.

She nodded. “Got it.”

The staffer continued, “If you do succeed in three months, you’ll receive the Beast God’s blessing. That means one million star coins transferred directly to you, along with your mate’s assets.”

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Chapter 2 Landed Nine Matches

Emma’s eyes almost bulged. Hold up. If one of them’s loaded. I’m basically winning the lottery overnight.

She forced her expression into something calm. “Understood.”

Finished

The staffer wasn’t done. “Once bonded, you will hold full authority over your mates. They will depend on your mental comfort and gain strength from the effort you invest in their advancement.

“In return, your mates are bound to remain loyal and assist you in reaching higher ranks. Should they betray you, all you need to do is break their beast mark, and the Beast God will deliver punishment.”

Emma nodded along. She knew the rules but figured this was part of the formal spiel.

The staffer smiled. “We will process your matches now. Results will be delivered to your lightcore within five minutes. All suitors assigned by the Beastmate System have clean records. For the first three months, you and your suitors will only see each other’s names, ages, and contact information. Everything else will unlock once the bond is confirmed.”

Emma almost laughed. So that’s all I get? No job titles, no background, no hint of how rich they are-just a name and an age. Honestly, it feels like opening a mystery box. A little risky, sure, but also kind of exciting.

Ding. Her lightcore chimed. Emma flipped it open and scanned the new message.

Dear Ms. Emma Tibarn, your nine mates have been successfully matched. Their contacts have been added to your lightcore.

She huffed. So the system just friended them for me?

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