Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 271

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**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live**
**by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 271: Spending More Time With Her**

He yearned to smile, to offer Emma that radiant, carefree grin that once lit up his face without effort. Yet, despite his desperate attempts, his lips remained stubbornly still, as if bound by invisible chains.

There was so much he wanted to express, so many feelings that ran deeper than mere affection. But his throat felt as though it were engulfed in flames, constricted by an overwhelming heat, rendering him voiceless. Not a single word would escape his lips.

In that fleeting moment, all of his composure, the carefully constructed control he had maintained, and the effortless confidence he usually exuded shattered like fragile glass.

“What’s wrong, Silas? Do you not like it?” Emma’s voice held a tremor of uncertainty, her eyes searching his for answers, as she assessed his reaction.

Silas gently closed the gift box, placing it aside with the reverence one might afford a priceless artifact, fearful that even the slightest touch would cause it to crumble.

Then, as if a dam had burst within him, he raised his gaze. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, reflected a tumultuous wave of affection that surged through him, locking onto Emma with a fierce intensity that felt as if he could never let go.

In a heartbeat, he lunged forward, wrapping her in his arms with a fervor that was reckless and unrestrained.

The embrace was fierce, trembling with an urgency he could no longer contain, as if he wished to meld her essence into his very being, to ensure she would never slip away.

He buried his face in the delicate curve of her neck, inhaling her soothing scent with a desperate urgency, as if it were the only thing anchoring him to reality.

Tears, hot and unbidden, finally broke free from the corners of his eyes, cascading down his cheeks.

After what felt like an eternity, Silas finally found his voice, rough and low, each word feeling as though it had been dragged from the depths of his soul, thick with emotion and trembling slightly.

“Emma…”

“Can’t I keep you to myself forever? What am I supposed to do?” His heart ached with the weight of his unspoken desires.

By this time, Emma had regained much of her strength.

After a night filled with restless thoughts and a myriad of emotions, she awoke at noon the following day, sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow over her surroundings.

The bonfire feast that Maurice had organized for them was set to proceed as planned, anticipation buzzing in the air.

As daylight broke, the wolf clan’s orcs had already worked diligently, clearing the plaza of snow, their laughter echoing as they prepared for the evening’s festivities.

When dusk descended, the bonfires around the square flickered to life, casting a warm glow that danced across the faces of those gathered.

Next to the flames lay generous portions of cured beast meat, waiting to be roasted to perfection as the feast commenced.

The wolf clan had meticulously prepared the meat using Corvin’s methods, and the tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, enticing the noses of every orc present, drawing them closer to the source of the delicious scent.

Little wolf pups had gathered early, forming a playful circle around the cured meat, their eyes wide with anticipation, their mouths watering at the sight of what appeared to be mountains of food.

As Emma strolled by, dressed in the outfit that Marcus had thoughtfully prepared for her, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a dozen snowy-white wolf pups, their tails wagging energetically as they sniffed hungrily at the meat.

A fleeting thought crossed her mind—she wished she could take one home and let Marcus raise it, imagining the joy it would bring.

Soon, the bonfire feast commenced with laughter and cheer.

Maurice, radiating happiness, introduced Emma to the clan, his voice booming with pride as he announced that Marcus’ mental powers had finally stabilized.

In essence, this meant that his abilities would no longer spiral out of control, a relief that washed over everyone present.

The announcement was met with a chorus of jubilant wolf howls that echoed through the plaza, a sound that reverberated with excitement and celebration.