Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 122

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 122: Worried Matches**

Corvin leaned in close, his voice a rapid whisper that barely escaped his lips.

“The huntress kicked you out and let Prince Lucien in. He’s still up there. Guess His Highness knows how to please her better than you do.”

Silas stared at him, his expression one of disbelief, as if Corvin had sprouted a second head right before his eyes.

“I didn’t think that metal skull of yours could gossip this well,” Silas shot back, a hint of sarcasm lacing his words.

Corvin crossed his arms defiantly, his posture rigid.

“I’m not gossiping. I’m just stating the truth,” he retorted, his voice steady despite the anxiety gnawing at him.

Sleep had eluded him entirely.

His mind was a whirlwind of worry, the thought of Lucien spilling secrets to Emma eating away at his composure.

What if Lucien decided to tell her that Corvin had been too rough on him?

Silas let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re scared Lucien’s gonna complain to Emma that you bullied him, aren’t you?” he teased, a smirk creeping onto his lips.

“I did not!” Corvin barked, his voice rising in indignation.

“I took great care of him! Treated him almost like my own kid. I was just a little strict,” he added defensively, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.

“How was I supposed to know he was Lucien?”

Silas clapped a reassuring hand on Corvin’s shoulder, his expression softening.

“Relax. Prince Lucien isn’t the type to tattle. He’s got too much pride for that,” he assured, trying to quell Corvin’s unease.

Corvin squinted, skepticism etched on his face.

“You’re sure? You promise?”

Silas nodded once, his confidence unwavering.

“If he complains, I’ll handle it.”

A grin broke across Corvin’s face, relief washing over him like a warm tide.

“Knew I could count on you, Silas,” he said, his voice lighter as the tension began to lift.

He stretched, allowing himself to finally breathe, the weight on his chest easing.

“Alright, I’m heading to bed. You’re my brother now. Once the huntress treats me better, I won’t forget what you did,” he said with a smirk, his tone teasing.

“I always pay back favors,” he added, a playful glint in his eyes.

Silas smiled lightly, amusement dancing in his gaze. “What a good friend you are, huh?”

“Yeah,” Corvin replied proudly, making his way to his room, the door clicking softly behind him.

Once he was gone, Silas turned his attention to the third floor, his jaw tightening and his eyes darkening with concern.

Damn it.

He had been careless, too caught up in the moment to remember that the Aurelias had their own unique bonding ritual.

He’d prepared for every other possibility, yet somehow, he let Lucien slip through the cracks.

“It’s over,” he muttered under his breath, a sense of foreboding settling in his stomach. “Things are about to get ugly.”

Morning arrived, the first light of dawn filtering through the sheer white curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the bed.

Lucien’s eyes fluttered open slowly, the remnants of sleep dissipating like mist.

The pain that had plagued his body was gone. His injuries had healed completely, and an unfamiliar energy surged within him, brighter and more potent than ever before.

He froze, his heart racing as realization dawned on him. His power had climbed to Rank 11 overnight.

That had never happened in the history of the Empire.

With a swift motion, he turned to his side.

Emma lay beside him, blissfully asleep.

Her small frame curled against his chest, her face pale yet serene, a picture of tranquility amidst the chaos.

Her slender legs rested across his, soft and warm, a comforting weight.

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