Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 365

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 365: Three Little Wolves**

“I’ve made up my mind; I’m going to give you a cub.”

“What… What?” Marcus was certain his ears were playing tricks on him, perhaps stuffed with wolf fur.

This can’t be right.

He gazed at Emma, his mind racing in disbelief, the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

“Ms. Tibarn, what… what did you just say? I didn’t catch that. Could you please say it again?”

It was astonishing how people seemed to unlock hidden talents when they were up to something mischievous. On an ordinary day, Emma would have burst into laughter at the sheer absurdity of it all. But today was different; she maintained a solemn demeanor, her lips pressed together as she repeated herself with a straight face.

“I said I’m compensating you by giving you a baby. Oh, and not just one.” She raised her fingers, counting them off. “At least three.”

Marcus felt a wave of horror wash over him, his heart racing as he stared at her in sheer disbelief.

In an instant, he shot upright in bed, the sheets tumbling down as if they were trying to escape his shock.

“Ms. Tibarn, how could you even think of something so terrifying?”

His mind flashed back to a time when Silas had used Remy to vie for affection, and for a fleeting moment, he had entertained the idea of having a cub. But ever since Malrik had started calling him ‘Daddy’ in that goofy tone, any desire for a cub had vanished like smoke in the wind. The thought of producing a cub as dim-witted as Malrik filled him with dread. Could he really survive if he had to feed a little one fruit all day long?

Emma watched his reaction, barely able to contain her laughter.

She quickly ducked her head, grabbing the blanket he had tossed aside, hoping to hide the amusement dancing in her eyes.

“How is that a terrifying thought?”

With a gentle touch, she tucked the blanket snugly around him, her fingers brushing against his skin.

She cupped his face, her eyes sparkling with dreamy admiration. “My Marcus is so incredibly handsome. Just imagine our pups—they would be just as striking.”

“Just the thought of three little wolf cubs, all cute and charming like you… It brings me so much joy.”

Joy?

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No…

Marcus felt anything but joyful.

“No, Ms. Tibarn.” He grasped her hand, a desperate plea in his voice. “I wasn’t cute as a child. Our cubs will not be as sweet and well-behaved as Remy. If you truly want a baby, why not have Edric’s?”

In a moment of panic, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, as if he were about to rush off to fetch Edric himself.

He really doesn’t want cubs that badly?

Emma was quick to intervene, grasping his arm and shoving him back down onto the bed. “Edric said he doesn’t want little snake children right now.”

“Then what about Corvin?” Marcus quickly seized the next option. “Corvin’s a liger beast. Liger cubs are adorable.”

Emma shook her head, her expression firm. “Corvin’s not home today.”

He was still buried deep in his lab, lost in his experiments.

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