Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 155

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 155: The Masked Male**

“They simply cannot bear the thought of the Beast God pairing them with females of lower rank, only to be dispatched to some obscure planet where they would live out their days in obscurity.”

Emma felt a wave of understanding wash over her, and it left her momentarily breathless. The implications of Corvin’s words sank in like stones in her stomach.

She furrowed her brow, the gears of her mind turning rapidly. “But what happens if they end up not liking the females who choose them?”

Corvin shrugged, his tone devoid of sympathy. “That’s just the way the universe operates. Nothing comes without a cost. Once they embark on this path, they must accept whatever consequences arise.”

Corvin had been blessed with extraordinary gifts since the day he was born—he could construct intricate mechs from mere thoughts and raw materials. He had never faced the kind of struggles that these males endured, and so it was challenging for him to muster any sort of empathy.

But one truth was clear to him: once a choice was made, there was no room for regret.

Emma nodded slowly, the weight of the situation settling into her bones. “I understand now.”

Corvin’s gaze drifted over the males on display, each one strikingly handsome despite their low ranks—the highest among them barely scraping Rank 4.

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Ms. Tibarn, do you see anyone here that piques your interest? If you do, I could discreetly purchase him for you. We could keep him hidden away somewhere outside the manor. Just make sure Prince Lucien and the others don’t find out.”

He shuddered at the thought of Lucien and Silas discovering that he had taken Emma out, only for her to return with a new male vying for her attention. They would likely dispose of him without a second thought.

“No,” Emma replied without a moment’s hesitation. “I have no interest in any of them.”

The instant the words escaped her lips, a figure approached—a man adorned with black wings and a mask, holding a single, vibrant red rose in his hand.

His auction tag read: ‘Enchanter Clan Male, Rank 4—Price: 1,000 star coins.’

“Honored female,” he spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, laced with a charm that felt almost dangerous, “I hail from the Enchanter Clan. Would you consider purchasing me? I assure you, I am quite affordable.”

His masked visage obscured his features, yet his eyes pierced through the darkness—sharp, smoldering, and utterly captivating.

Even without the ability to see his expression, Emma felt the intensity radiating from his gaze, like a spark igniting tinder. The corners of his eyes hinted at a predatory allure, as if his mere glance could ensnare her, drawing her closer against her will.

What a scent she has, he mused internally, surprised that a trip to Central Planet for Amara’s birthday would lead him to such an intriguing female.

Emma examined the winged man, trying to comprehend the enigma before her. So, this is what an Enchanter Clan male looks like?

Though the mask obscured his face, his eyes alone were enough to seize her attention. Yet, she was certain she hadn’t seen any listings for Enchanter Clan males earlier.

She recalled Edric’s warning: if a male approached her with a flower, she was to reject him immediately. If she didn’t, he might become attached and never let go.

With an expression as cold as ice, she met his gaze directly. “Cheap things are rarely of good quality. If you’re that inexpensive, your worth must be minimal. I’m not interested in buying.”

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