Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 240

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 240: An Unexpected Beginning**

Emma leaned back slightly, her brow furrowed in thought. “Do you have any ideas?” she inquired, her voice laced with anticipation.

In situations like this, Silas was the one she trusted most. He had a knack for navigating the complexities of their world, and she hoped he’d have some insight to share.

With a quick flick of her fingers, she sent him a text, her heart racing a little. Then, she turned her attention to Lucien, typing out another message. “Lucien, is the battle still going smoothly?”

Almost immediately, Corvin’s reply pinged in her inbox. “Emma, give me a few more days and I’ll be done here. I’ll be back soon to keep you company. When I’m back, I’ll bring you a badass mech, and an airship to go with it.”

A smile broke across Emma’s face as she read his words. The thought of his return filled her with warmth and excitement. *I’ll be waiting for you!* she thought, her heart fluttering at the promise of his arrival.

She glanced back at her screen, noticing the absence of replies from Lucien and Silas. They were likely caught up in their own affairs, battling the chaos that often consumed their lives.

With a sigh, she shifted her focus to her lightcore, scrolling through various items to decorate the rooms for Corvin and Marcus. She envisioned how each piece would fit, how it would reflect their personalities and bring a sense of home to their shared space.

By afternoon, the delivery arrived, and she felt a surge of excitement as she unboxed the items.

“Come on, Marcus!” she called, tugging him along as they began to set up the rooms.

Marcus followed her eagerly, his eyes bright with curiosity. The room she arranged for him was a cozy haven, reminiscent of her own—a sanctuary filled with warm tones, soft lighting, and inviting details that whispered comfort.

In stark contrast, Corvin’s room gleamed with a sleek, futuristic vibe, each piece carefully chosen to reflect his bold spirit.

Emma even had Marcus use spatial stones to craft a few extra storage bands, perfect for stowing away the mechs Corvin meticulously built.

With Marcus’s help, they transformed both rooms into welcoming spaces before the sun dipped below the horizon.

Later, as they settled into his room, Marcus pulled her into his embrace, his voice a low murmur, “Ms. Tibarn, would you sleep in my room tonight?”

His words hung in the air, charged with a playful tension. As he spoke, he opened a drawer and revealed a small box of secret toys he had tucked away. He pulled out a silver chain, its metallic sheen glinting in the soft light, and looped it around his wrist. “Don’t you want to tame me?”

Emma felt a rush of heat at his boldness and quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, her eyes wide.

“Keep your voice down!” she hissed, her heart racing.

“You can’t just say things like that out loud,” she added, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

Marcus pressed a gentle kiss to her palm, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, do you want to?”

In a playful yet assertive manner, Emma pushed him back onto the bed, fastening the silver chain to the headboard with a teasing grin. She leaned in, lightly biting his throat, her breath warm against his skin. “I do.”

After all, he had asked for it, hadn’t he?

Just as she reached to unbutton his shirt, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her, her vision blurring as darkness crept in. She collapsed onto him, her body heavy and unresponsive.

“Ms. Tibarn? What’s wrong?” The alarm in Marcus’s voice cut through the haze.

Startled by the abrupt change, he sat up immediately, scooping her into his arms with a sense of urgency, and dashed out of the room.

About ten minutes later, they found themselves in the premium VIP ward of the Cloudspire Medical Center. The doctor, with a calm demeanor that belied the tension in the air, turned to the anxious Marcus after conducting a thorough examination.

“Congratulations. Your huntress is pregnant.”

The words hung in the air, and Marcus froze, disbelief flooding his senses. “What? That’s impossible. You must have made a mistake.”

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