Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 132

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 132: Can’t Hold Their Liquor**

Lucien and Edric exchanged glances, a flicker of confusion passing between them as they tried to decipher Emma’s cryptic words. Despite their uncertainty, they instinctively followed her lead, drawn into the moment.

The sound of their cups meeting was like a delicate chime, resonating with a clarity that felt both celebratory and foreboding.

Emma’s grin was infectious, stretching wide across her face. “I’ll finish mine. You guys can take your time,” she declared, her voice bright with enthusiasm.

For the first time in what felt like ages, she found herself surrounded by friends to share a drink with, a feeling she had longed for. With a determined gulp, she emptied her cup in one swift motion, savoring the rush of flavors that danced on her tongue.

Lucien and Edric hesitated for a moment, exchanging wary looks, but the allure of camaraderie was too strong. They mirrored Emma’s actions, downing their drinks in unison.

The taste was a whirlwind of sensations—sweet yet sharp, reminiscent of fire and honey, igniting a warmth that spread through their bodies like wildfire.

It was an experience that was not entirely pleasant, yet there was an undeniable thrill to it, a strange pull that beckoned them to indulge further.

“Emma,” Edric began, his voice slow and deliberate, “I think I want another one.”

Emma scrutinized him for a moment, assessing his condition. He seemed fine enough. With a flick of her wrist, she poured him another small glass, the liquid swirling enticingly.

Lucien, not one to be left out, pushed his empty cup toward her without a word.

She sighed, rolling her eyes playfully as she refilled it. “Fine, but take it slow. This stuff can really mess with your head.”

Lucien’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Drunk?” he echoed, the word tumbling from his lips as if it were foreign to him.

The ground beneath him felt slightly unsteady, like a ship bobbing on the waves.

Wait—was it just her, or were there two Emmas now?

And what was that? Was that a snake tail flicking beside him?

“Emma,” Edric mumbled, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear a fog from his mind, “what does drunk mean?”

As he spoke, the serpent tail swished across the table, inadvertently knocking over a dish. His golden eyes were clouded with confusion, a hint of panic creeping in.

On the other side, Lucien had vanished completely, replaced by a small, round, red bird that teetered precariously on the table.

With a sudden lurch, the bird tipped over and dove headfirst into a plate of meat, sending bits flying in every direction.

Emma’s breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Oh no. It clicked in her mind—she finally grasped why this entire empire had placed such strict bans on alcohol.

These two only needed a single cup of fruit wine to unleash their beastly natures.

Unbelievable.

“Edric, where do you think you’re going?” she exclaimed, panic rising in her chest.

Before she could react, she barely managed to yank Lucien from the dish, just as she caught sight of Edric slithering across the floor.

He wasn’t walking—he was crawling, moving with an urgency that sent a chill down her spine.

“I’m going home to sleep,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were too exhausted to make sense of his surroundings.

“Your room’s upstairs!” she shouted, her voice rising with urgency. “Why are you heading outside? Get back here!”

Clutching the chubby red bird against her chest, she sprinted after him, regretting her decision to let them drink in the first place.

Suddenly, Lucien flapped out of her grasp, wings beating furiously like a helicopter.

“There’s a worm!” he squawked, his feathers puffing up in excitement as he darted toward the door.

“Emma, I’ll get it for you!”

Her jaw dropped in disbelief. How could something so round take flight with such speed?

Edric slipped through the door, his tiny form disappearing into the night.

Lucien shot after him like a comet, leaving Emma momentarily frozen in place.

But then, a dark shadow loomed over her, blocking her path.

“Drake?” she gasped, her heart racing.

He wasn’t supposed to be able to enter this space.

Stepping back, her tone turned sharp. “How did you get in here?”

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