Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 279

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 279: A Dangerous Hug**

“Emma, just let me hold you for a while.”

The words hung in the air, laced with an unexpected vulnerability.

Emma felt a rush of warmth as his lips brushed against her earlobe, a deliberate caress that sent shivers down her spine. His voice, low and soft, wrapped around her like a lover’s whisper, intimate and inviting.

“You smell so good. When I hold you, my head doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Emma turned her head, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at the man who held her so closely. Shock coursed through her veins.

Could it really be true? Had those flirtatious words truly escaped Drake’s lips?

Dear god.

Was this really the same proud, cold man who had always acted like a king, intent on ruling the entire interstellar realm?

This was not a mere collapse of mental power; it felt as if he had been possessed by some seductive spirit, a force that transformed him into someone entirely different.

“Emma, do you not want to?”

When Emma remained silent, uncertainty swirling in her mind, Drake’s grip around her waist tightened. His voice dropped to a low, dangerous murmur that sent her heart racing.

Emma’s instincts kicked in, and she felt her heart go into overdrive.

The Drakonid doctors had warned her—Drake’s mental power had shattered, leaving him in a childlike state, yearning for security. He had become stubborn, sensitive, and fiercely possessive.

In this moment, she knew she had to tread carefully. Angering him was not an option. She needed to go along with his whims, to comfort him and help him find calm amidst the chaos that engulfed him.

With that thought in mind, Emma slowly allowed herself to relax, her tense body unwinding in his embrace.

She let him hold her, the warmth of his body seeping into her. Gently, she lifted her hand and patted the arm that encircled her waist, a soothing gesture meant to ease his troubled spirit.

“I don’t mind. I’m just tired from standing.”

Her voice was soft and patient, reminiscent of a caregiver soothing a restless child.

“Drake, how about we go somewhere else? I’ll help you with your mental comfort. It’s not convenient here. Let’s go back to your room.”

As soon as the suggestion to move left her lips, she sensed a shift in his demeanor. Drake’s mood darkened, and he buried his head deeper into her shoulder, rubbing against her as if seeking solace.

“No. If I let go of you, my head will start hurting again.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t make you let go.”

Emma’s heart raced as she tried to soothe him, her mind racing for a solution. Then, a compromise sparked in her thoughts.

“Then how about this? You can hold me like this while we walk. I’ll walk slowly and I won’t leave you.”

Drake remained silent, his body still and unyielding.

He didn’t seem to agree.

“Drake, don’t you get tired standing like this?” she asked, her voice coaxing.

“Not tired.”

His voice was muffled, a stubborn refusal that made her heart ache.

Emma pressed her lips together, adopting a slightly pitiful tone. “But I’m really tired. I want to sit down.”

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