Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 227

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live**
**by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 227: The Weight of Duty**

Emma’s mind raced with questions as she lay in the soft embrace of her silver-white nightgown, a delicate fabric that felt almost ethereal against her skin. It dawned on her that Silas must have carried her to his room while she was in a deep slumber. The warmth of the bed wrapped around her like a cocoon, yet a flicker of unease danced in her chest.

Just as she was about to rise, the soft click of the door interrupted her thoughts. Silas stepped into the room, his presence filling the space with an undeniable warmth.

“Emy, you’re awake,” he said, his voice a melodic balm to her senses.

A smile broke across his face, illuminating his features as he hurried to her bedside. He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against her cheek, and the tenderness of his touch sent a shiver down her spine. It was a gesture so simple yet so profound, and it made her heart swell.

He had presumed she would still be asleep when he left, perhaps to shield her from the weight of the news he was about to deliver.

Before she could gather her thoughts or form a response, Silas continued, “Corvin returned to the lab yesterday afternoon. I brought you here.”

The revelation struck her like a bolt of lightning. “Why did he rush back so suddenly? Did something happen?” The words tumbled out, laced with genuine concern. She had only just begun to forge a connection with Corvin; he wouldn’t abandon her unless the situation was dire.

Silas cupped her face, his thumb grazing her skin, and pressed a soft kiss to the space between her brows. His voice was a soothing whisper, yet it carried the weight of urgency. “Drake is injured. To alleviate some of the pressure, the Four Domains urgently commissioned a batch of high-tier mechs from Corvin. He had no choice but to go.”

Emma felt her stomach twist at the mention of Drake’s injury. It wasn’t simply a matter of delivering mechs; it was a strategic imperative against the Chitinid. The urgency of the situation was palpable, and she could sense the burden resting heavily on Corvin’s shoulders.

Her heart ached for him, knowing the immense responsibility he bore. She couldn’t help but ask, her voice barely above a whisper, “How are the battles in the Four Domains? Is Drake badly hurt? And Frostveil—are they holding up?”

The lightcall projection that provided updates on the Four Domains was rarely reliable, and her thoughts raced with worry for Frostveil. Marcus, their formidable Rank 11 powerhouse, was absent, and with Drake injured, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in her chest. Was Frostveil truly safe?

Silas seemed to anticipate her fears, his gaze steady and reassuring. “We don’t yet know the extent of Drake’s injuries. But Lucien and I have orders—we leave tonight to assist the Four Domains. As for the Frostveil Wolf Clan, the Chitinid haven’t breached Domain territory yet. The fighting remains on the outer battlefield.”

The thought of Silas and Lucien returning to the front lines twisted Emma’s heart into knots. Memories flooded her mind of their battered and bloodied return, and she couldn’t bear the thought of them facing such danger again.

“Have Marcus go with you,” she said, her voice firm and resolute.

“He’s Frostveil’s prince. With the Four Domains in turmoil, he must be worried too,” she added, her heart pounding with urgency.

Silas and Lucien had debated the necessity of leaving a Rank 11 behind to protect her, but Emma’s reasoning was sound and undeniable.

“I’ll ask Marcus,” Silas replied, a hint of determination in his voice.

“I’m coming with you,” Emma declared, her resolve unwavering as she swiftly retrieved clothes from her storage band, changing with a sense of purpose.

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