Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 12

**Chapter 12: A Bed Worth Billions**

As the lightcore hummed softly in the background, a chorus of male voices echoed a singular sentiment—they all preferred the comfort of their own rooms or, if they were feeling particularly daring, the company of a female.

Drake, however, was not bonded to Emma, which meant there was no chance she would ever extend an invitation for him to enter her space.

The man lounging on the couch paused momentarily, his expression shifting as a thought crossed his mind. Rising from his seat, he offered a simple yet bold suggestion. “Come to my room, then.”

He believed that lying on a bed would undoubtedly be a more pleasurable experience than sitting stiffly on the couch, where every muscle felt taut and uncomfortable.

Emma didn’t protest; instead, she found herself following him, curiosity and trepidation mingling in her chest.

But the instant she crossed the threshold into his room, her jaw nearly dropped in disbelief.

Was this truly the same villa room she owned?

The once-familiar starstone tiles had vanished, replaced by an array of glittering gemstones that danced with light, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the walls. The peculiar plant-based furniture she remembered? It had been exchanged for lavish materials that she couldn’t even begin to name, but their opulence was undeniable.

There was no conceivable way someone like her could ever afford such extravagance.

And then her gaze fell upon the bed. It was a colossal masterpiece constructed from Level 8 beast cores and insect cores, a sight so grand it almost took her breath away.

Level 8 beast cores.

Each core was valued at ten billion star coins, a price that only the fortunate could hope to pay, if they could find one at all. These were treasures that incited fierce battles among the desperate and the greedy. Yet here was this man, nonchalantly using them to craft a bed.

Emma’s mind raced with possibilities. Just one night on that bed could exponentially enhance her Etherian abilities.

Obscenely rich. Beyond human comprehension.

That thought looped endlessly in her mind, a mantra of disbelief.

Drake reclined casually on that extravagant bed, his posture relaxed yet commanding. One hand rested against his temple, his sharp knuckles pressing lightly as a smirk played at the corners of his lips. He observed Emma’s astonished expression with a quiet amusement, finding her transparency both entertaining and endearing.

Every thought she had was laid bare across her face, and he didn’t need to read her mind to know what she was feeling; her expressions told him everything.

“You can start now,” he said, his deep voice breaking through her reverie.

Emma took a step toward the bed, hesitating for just a moment at the inviting space that seemed to beckon her. After a brief internal debate, she settled onto the edge, realizing that standing there to soothe him would only wear her out further. She was never one to inflict needless suffering upon herself.

Her cool fingertips brushed against his forehead, and Drake’s eyes fluttered half-closed, savoring the closeness between them. She was closer than she had been the day before, and he could feel the magnetic pull between them. If he shifted even slightly, he could draw her right into his embrace.

And that intoxicating scent of hers… it enveloped him, richer than before. It was impossible to describe, yet utterly addictive, teasing the edges of his self-control. Just inhaling her essence seemed to calm the tempest within his mind.

Her spiritual energy flowed into him once more, smoother and more intoxicating than he remembered.

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