Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 237

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 237**

**Chapter 237: Where the Stars Begin to Fall**

Emma found herself once more staring at the manor’s surveillance feed, her heart pounding in her chest as she navigated through the digital eyes of the house.

Cotton Candy was no longer sprawled languidly on the living room couch, his usual spot of comfort. A quick scan of the other cameras revealed that he had slipped away into one of the guest rooms located on the first floor, a place where secrets could easily hide.

Her heart raced with uncertainty; there were no cameras inside that room. What could he possibly be doing in there?

The feed revealed that he remained inside for over thirty minutes, an eternity that felt like a lifetime to Emma. When he finally emerged, the wounds on his body appeared unchanged, as if he had not sought refuge there to heal his pain in solitude.

By the time she shut down the lightcore, the warship had glided to the very edge of the galaxy, the vastness of space stretching out before them like an endless canvas. Marcus had already found a perfect position, setting the vessel to hover gracefully in mid-air.

Emma had barely begun to rise from her seat when she felt his presence behind her, warm and inviting. He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Ms. Tibarn, may I have another kiss?” he asked, his voice low and rich, laced with a hint of mischief.

The heat radiating from his body was more intense than it had been the night before, igniting a fire within her.

Yet, instead of leaning in for a kiss, Emma turned to face him, her eyes steady and searching. “Marcus Crowe, I need you to tell me something—why are you hesitant to form a bond with me?”

He sank back into the chair behind him, as if her words had pushed him there, his posture suddenly heavy with the weight of her question.

Meeting her unwavering gaze, he bit down on his lip, a flicker of conflict dancing in his silver-gray eyes. “I… If I share my truth, will you promise not to be angry, Ms. Tibarn?”

Emma paused, contemplating his request. After a moment, she nodded, her resolve firm. “All right. I promise I won’t be angry. Just tell me.”

He wrapped an arm around her waist, his voice dropping to a near whisper, as if he were afraid of being overheard. “I… I suddenly don’t want to die anymore. But I’m scared that after we bond, if I don’t let you cut through my beast mark, you’ll think I lied to you… and you’ll be angry with me.”

The confession struck Emma like a bolt of lightning. “You don’t want to die anymore?” Her disbelief was palpable, her heart racing at the revelation.

“Yeah.” He nodded, uncertainty lacing his words. The sight of her astonishment sent his pulse racing.

Is she upset?

“When did you stop wanting to die?”

Her voice was calm, devoid of anger, infused instead with genuine curiosity.

Emma recalled vividly the lifelessness that had cloaked him when they first crossed paths, a man who seemed to court death with every breath he took.

He hesitated, searching for the right words. “I’m not sure… Maybe it was after you calmed my mind again and again.”

Or perhaps it had been a gradual awakening, each moment they spent together chipping away at the darkness until he found himself savoring the simple joy of existence.

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