Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 344

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 344: Searching for Malrik**

Aria’s keen eyes caught the subtle shift in Celia’s demeanor, prompting her to glance over at Dahlia, who stood quietly beside her. With a touch of feigned curiosity, she inquired, “Ms. Yates, may I be so bold as to ask who this enchanting young woman is beside you?”

At the mere mention of Dahlia’s name, Celia’s face lit up with warmth as she clasped Dahlia’s hand affectionately. “Oh dear me, how thoughtless of me! I got so carried away that I forgot to introduce her properly. This lovely lady is Dahlia, my son Malrik’s mate.”

It seemed their assumptions had been spot on. The Enchanter Clan was indeed eager to see Malrik and Dahlia united in a bond that transcended mere companionship.

Emma’s gaze fell upon Dahlia’s delicate features, taking in the soft blush that crept across her cheeks. The moment she heard Malrik’s name, Dahlia’s eyes sparkled with an undeniable joy, a light that was impossible to conceal.

It was clear that her heart was set on him.

Aria’s smile widened as she regarded Dahlia. “So, you’re the one who has captured Mr. Malrik’s heart,” she said, her tone warm and inviting.

Dahlia lifted her chin, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she extended her hand towards Aria. “Aria, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” she replied, her voice soft yet filled with enthusiasm.

Aria took her hand, shaking it gently while her curiosity piqued further. “But where is Mr. Malrik? On such a momentous occasion, shouldn’t he be here, by his mate’s side?”

Celia chuckled, a light-hearted sound that filled the air with warmth. “Ah, Malrik is currently busy preparing for his joining with Dahlia today. He’s in the back, personally arranging the room for their ceremony.”

Emma, hearing that Malrik was busy decorating for his ceremony with Dahlia, maintained an outward calm, though her mind raced. She pretended to wander off to grab some food, all the while discreetly relaying Celia’s words to Lucien and the others.

Once they entered the hall, Lucien and his group set off to locate Malrik.

In the dimly lit back hall, Marcus found a shadowy corner to hide, surveying the emptiness of the Enchanter Clan’s hall. He rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Is this Enchanter Clan truly this impoverished? Not even a single herb to be found in this back hall?”

Their plan had hinged on utilizing Silas’ unique ability to communicate with plants to expedite their search for Malrik. However, upon arrival, they quickly discovered that his powers were utterly ineffective in this barren space.

Edric chimed in, “You weren’t aware? The Enchanter Clan has always been on the poorer side of things.”

It was already a marvel that the front hall boasted a few decorative herbs, mere tokens of their supposed prowess.

Corvin added with a smirk, “The Enchanter Clan wields power, but they have little interest in accumulating wealth. They’re far too busy plotting against one another. Every time one of them orders a mech from me, they always request one additional feature—a hidden listening device.”

“So what’s our next move?” Kieran queried, a hint of impatience in his voice.

Just as he finished speaking, their lightcores began to vibrate, signaling an incoming message.

It was Emma, accompanied by an audio recording of Celia’s cheerful voice.

“Malrik is setting up the wedding room?” Corvin exclaimed, astonished. “When we came in from the front, the plants indicated that Malrik was carried back, bloodied and near death. How could he possibly have the strength to decorate a wedding room?”

Marcus raised an eyebrow, a mix of disbelief and sarcasm etched on his face. “Well, good for him and that human female. I wish them a millennium of happiness. Now, let’s head home.”

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