Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 216

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

**Chapter 216: The Merfolk King Revealed**

The air was thick with an enchanting aroma, a delicate blend of essential oils derived from a fire-type beast, mingling seamlessly with the sweet notes of floral fragrance. It was a scent that wrapped around you like a warm embrace, inviting and comforting.

As the oil was applied to her skin, Emma felt an immediate warmth radiate from it, a gentle heat that seeped into her muscles, easing the tension that had built up from a long, restless night.

Corvin, with his unique massage technique, worked his magic, each stroke a testament to his skill. It was more than just relaxation; it was a journey into tranquility. Emma, weary from the sleepless night, surrendered to the sensation, her eyelids growing heavy as she drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber beneath his capable hands.

Corvin, too, found himself succumbing to fatigue. The rhythmic motion of his hands, coupled with the soothing atmosphere, lulled him into a gentle sleep beside her.

Time slipped away unnoticed as they both succumbed to the embrace of the evening, their breaths synchronizing in the stillness.

It was Edric’s arrival, carrying the aroma of dinner wafting through the air, that finally stirred them from their restful state. Emma and Corvin blinked awake, the world coming back into focus as they realized the sun had set.

Corvin, ever the gentleman, rose to open the door for Lucien, while Emma hurriedly made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower, the water cascading over her, refreshing and invigorating. She changed into a comfortable outfit, her heart racing slightly as she re-entered the room.

By the time she emerged, Silas, Lucien, and the rest of their friends had gathered, laughter and chatter filling the space. Marcus, arriving last, found the only spot left was away from Emma, leading him to retreat to the balcony, where he leaned against the railing, lost in thought.

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Later that night, the group found themselves once more on the balcony, the calm surface of the artificial lake reflecting the moonlight like a sheet of glass.

Corvin leaned closer to Edric, his voice barely above a whisper, “Do you think he’ll make an appearance tonight?”

His mind raced with thoughts of Kieran. If Kieran never shows up, will we have to keep staking out this balcony every single night? When will I ever get my chance to be with Emma?

Silas, ever the pragmatist, responded, “He hasn’t eaten since yesterday, except for a single leaf. He’ll come, trust me.”

Just as the last word left his lips, a brilliant flash of pink light erupted from the living room, shooting straight into the depths of the lake.

“There he is!” Lucien exclaimed, excitement lacing his tone.

All eyes turned downward, captivated by the rippling water below. The surface shimmered under the moonlight, hinting at the mysterious presence lurking beneath.

Then, with an almost ethereal grace, a figure emerged from the depths of the lake, breaking the surface without a sound. The splashes of water seemed to vanish into thin air, falling back silently.

Kieran stood there, his bare chest exposed to the cool night air, his skin pale as jade and faintly luminescent under the moon’s glow.

His long pink hair flowed like silk, framing his face, while his slender eyes lowered slightly, casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. Stars of cold light flickered within his pupils, a mesmerizing sight.

“Finally full,” he murmured softly, almost to himself.

“Emma is so kind—she must have known I devoured almost all the fish, so she brought more for me today.”

He bit his lip in contemplation. How could I ever repay her for her generosity?

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