Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 391

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

**Chapter 391: Dahlia’s True Identity**

The high-level recovery pods were not just advanced; they were a luxury that came with a hefty price tag. Losing even one would be a tremendous waste, a misstep that could not be afforded.

It seemed far more prudent to allow the warriors who lacked a female counterpart to engage in their own pursuits.

Back in the command room, Lucien firmly shut the door behind him, sealing off the outside world. As if summoned by his presence, Emma’s holographic projection flickered to life, illuminating the dim room with her ethereal glow.

“Emma, did you catch every word of that conversation just now?” Lucien inquired, his voice steady but laced with a hint of urgency.

“Ten free coins,” the system chimed in, but Lucien was far too focused on Emma to pay it any mind.

He gazed at her with a tenderness that belied the tension of the moment. His heart ached with the desire to return to her side, to feel her warmth and reassurance.

“Yes, I heard everything,” Emma confirmed, her expression serious as she met his gaze.

“I can now say with certainty that Dahlia is not the human female I once envisioned,” she continued, her voice steady yet tinged with disbelief.

Dahlia was undeniably not from Earth.

In the corner, Marcus had been dozing in his chair, but Emma’s revelation jolted him awake. He blinked rapidly, his focus sharpening as he turned to her, fully attentive.

Earlier, Lucien and Emma had engaged in a fervent discussion about testing Dahlia’s identity, probing whether she was indeed a human female. Emma had seemed remarkably knowledgeable about human characteristics, her insights flowing effortlessly.

Suddenly, Marcus broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension.

“If Dahlia isn’t the human you referenced, then what exactly is she?”

A human from another world? Or perhaps something entirely different?

Lucien settled into his chair, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the table, deep in thought. He shifted his gaze between Marcus and Emma’s projection, contemplating the possibilities.

“I have two theories,” he began, his tone measured. “Firstly, Dahlia could be a typical therian female. It’s possible her blood possesses unique properties that enhance therian abilities. Secondly, she might not be human or therian at all; she could be a Chitinid.”

“A Chitinid?”

Emma and Marcus stared at Lucien, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.

“How is that even conceivable?” Emma’s voice trembled slightly, a hint of incredulity evident. “Aren’t Chitinids supposed to be grotesque? Dahlia…”

Her voice trailed off as memories flooded back. She recalled the first time she had encountered Dahlia at the hospital entrance. The woman had looked flawless, as if sculpted with meticulous attention to detail.

Was that beauty merely an illusion?

Emma’s knowledge of Chitinids stemmed from lightcore videos and the one Chitinid she had encountered, whose face was a chaotic tapestry of eyes. The videos had painted a grim picture of Chitinids, describing them as unsightly beings whose intelligence rivaled that of therians, but whose evolutionary path was tragically flawed. They could never fully assume a human form, their original traits always betraying their true nature.

Just like the Chitinid she had seen, whose eyes had been its defining feature—an attribute that couldn’t be concealed.

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