Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 293

**Title: When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 293**
**Chapter 293 Where He Belongs**

Drake halted, his mind swirling with thoughts, and after a moment of deep contemplation, he declared with unwavering certainty, “Safety. And legacy.”

A faint smile graced Silas’s lips, one that spoke of understanding and approval. “That’s a commendable answer,” he replied, his voice smooth and warm. He raised his hand, and from his fingertips, a soft silver luminescence unfurled—a light as gentle as moonlight yet radiant like the stars scattered across a clear night sky.

The illumination wasn’t harsh or blinding; rather, it radiated with a purity that felt almost alive, pulsating in harmony with the very essence of existence.

“Dragons carry the blood of dragons. Beasts inherit the will of beasts,” Silas articulated softly, yet each word resonated with a clarity that was impossible to overlook. “And he…”

His gaze shifted, finally landing on the diminutive figure nestled among Drake’s hair, peeking out with wide, inquisitive eyes that sparkled with curiosity.

“… He has a home of his own.”

As those words tumbled from his lips, the soft glow began to drift outward, slow and tender, reaching toward Remy as if beckoning him.

This was not an assault. It wasn’t even a command. It felt more like a gentle whisper of the wind or a soft call echoing from a distant place, inviting and serene.

Drake’s instincts flared to life; he almost instinctively moved to shield Remy with his own power. But as soon as their energies brushed against one another, he froze, captivated. That light was entirely different from his own strength, yet it posed no threat, only a soothing presence.

The reaction from the little one concealed in his hair was far more pronounced.

Remy wriggled free, his tiny head tilting toward the light, like a tender sprout reaching for the sun’s warm embrace.

To him, that radiant glow felt strikingly familiar. Safe. Nurturing.

It evoked memories of a time long past—the very beginning of his existence, the imprint woven deep within his veins.

“See?” Silas’s voice drifted softly through the stillness surrounding them. It was calm and kind, yet undeniably persuasive. “No matter how warm a dragon’s lair may be, it cannot hatch a phoenix’s egg. No matter how robust a dragon’s power becomes, it cannot prevent a seed from stretching toward the light.”

He advanced, unhurried and fearless, stopping just short of Drake, maintaining a respectful distance that spoke volumes.

He extended his hand, the light hovering above his palm, pulsing gently like a heartbeat.

“Remy,” he whispered, the name rolling off his tongue for the first time. His voice quivered with emotions he kept carefully hidden—grief, awe, and an overwhelming love all blended into a single note of profound tenderness.

“Come here,” he beckoned softly. “Come to Daddy.”

The little fruit glanced back and forth between Drake’s majestic horns and the soft glow emanating from Silas’s hand. His tiny mind was engaged in the most significant decision he had ever faced.

Silas was patient, allowing the moment to unfold naturally.

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