Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 295

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 295: A Jealous Prince and A Shameless Elder**

“Alright, I’ll take my leave now,” Kieran said with a curt nod, his demeanor brisk as he pivoted on his heel, eager to gather the Elders who awaited his command.

Lucien, meanwhile, turned his attention to Edric and Corvin, both of whom were standing nearby, their expressions a blend of curiosity and concern.

“Emma hasn’t had breakfast yet. Go and prepare something for her,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Corvin and Edric sprang into action, their previous reservations melting away as they hurried off to the kitchen, eager to fulfill the task.

Lucien’s gaze then drifted to Silas, who was cradling a small, slumbering fruit in his palm, its delicate form barely stirring.

“Will Remy remain with you in this state from now on?” Lucien inquired, a hint of curiosity threading through his voice.

Silas shook his head slowly, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “No, I plan to have his vines reattach to me.”

Emma leaned in closer, her brow furrowing with concern. “How do you intend to do that?” she asked, her voice laced with urgency.

A gentle smile spread across Silas’s lips, his confidence reassuring. “I’ll need a quiet room. For the next thirty minutes, I mustn’t be disturbed by anyone.”

He turned his gaze to Marcus, who stood nearby, his presence steady and reassuring.

“Marcus, I need you to stand guard outside the room until I’m finished. No one is to interrupt me or Remy,” Silas commanded, his tone firm yet respectful.

Both Lucien and Emma shifted their focus to Marcus, who straightened his posture, his expression a mix of calm authority and commitment. “Understood,” he replied, his voice steady.

“Thank you,” Silas said, a wave of relief washing over him. He had always known he could rely on Marcus in times like these.

Moments later, Kieran returned, flanked by several Elders, their faces a mixture of curiosity and concern. Emma took the initiative and asked Thero to find a room that was quiet, secure, and isolated for Silas’s work.

Once Silas had carried Remy into the designated space, Emma positioned Marcus at the door, ensuring he would keep a vigilant eye on the entrance. She and Lucien then followed the Elders to a nearby pavilion, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone path.

The pavilion was not far, and Emma only needed to glance upward to see Marcus standing sentinel, his form a reassuring presence amidst the unfolding events.

Drake, trailing closely behind her, was lost in his own thoughts, still brooding over Emma’s earlier decision to side with Marcus. He kept his silence, fully aware that throwing a tantrum would only push her further away. Emma had little patience for such displays, and he knew better than to risk her ire.

Yet, the words Marcus had spoken earlier lingered in his mind like an unwelcome specter. The wolf had hinted at the dissolution of his bond with Emma, leaving Drake grappling with confusion and a growing sense of dread.

Is it true? How can I remember nothing at all? His thoughts spiraled, a storm of uncertainty brewing within him.

Thero, noticing his lord’s sullen demeanor, cast a quick glance at Emma before forcing a smile on his face. “Ms. Tibarn, you summoned us here at such an early hour. What brings you to us?” he inquired, his tone overly ingratiating.

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