Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 275

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 275: Finally Awake**

“It’s been ages since Emma went missing. She must be absolutely famished by now,” Silas said, his voice tinged with concern.

“I’ve already reached out to Lucien; he’ll be here shortly with a team to assist in the search,” he added, his tone firm but laced with worry.

Edric stood nearby, grappling with his own frustration. He couldn’t fathom keeping this from Lucien; it simply wasn’t an option.

At that moment, Edric cursed under his breath, lamenting the cold-blooded nature of his kind. The unforgiving chill of the snowfields was unbearable, and he felt its bite deep within his bones.

For the past day and night, Edric had scoured the icy terrain, driven by desperation. He had collapsed more than once, his body succumbing to the dual threats of exhaustion and freezing temperatures.

Silas observed Edric’s state with growing concern. He could see the anxiety etched into Edric’s features, but the man was in dire need of rest.

“Edric, you need to stop,” Silas urged, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this.”

Meanwhile, in a completely different world, Emma remained oblivious to the passage of time. When she finally stirred from her slumber, she was greeted by an unexpected softness beneath her—an exquisite bed seemingly woven from shimmering gemstones.

“Where am I?” she thought, a wave of confusion washing over her as she instinctively reached up to touch her head.

Her heart plummeted as she realized the vines that had once adorned her scalp were now absent.

“Remy…” she whispered, panic gripping her chest. Where was her little fruit?

With a jolt, Emma sat upright, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar room. It was then that she noticed a figure beside her—Drake, his eyes closed, his torso bare, and a grimace of pain etched across his face.

To her astonishment, she saw that the remnants of the vines from her head had inexplicably intertwined with Drake’s dragon horns, clinging near their base.

Only two leaves clung to the vine now, the buds having vanished, replaced by a small, deep-blue fruit that resembled a blueberry.

A tremor ran through Emma as she reached out toward the vine resting on Drake’s head.

Frustration washed over her as she realized that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t detach it.

Her mind raced as she pieced together what had happened. Somehow, the vine that had once been on her head was now affixed to Drake’s.

A whirlwind of emotions surged within her. Although her little fruit appeared unharmed, the fact that it was now connected to Drake was deeply concerning.

“I need to contact Silas and the others,” Emma thought, her determination solidifying. Now that she was in a room, she might actually have a signal.

With a deep breath, she opened her lightcore, and her heart sank as a flood of notifications filled the screen—countless messages and missed video calls from her friends.

Silas, Marcus, and Corvin had been desperately trying to reach her. The earliest call was from seven long days ago, while the most recent one had come in just thirty seconds prior.

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