Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 392

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

**Chapter 392: Marcus’ Jealousy**

“I only had time to discuss Dahlia Carlier. I didn’t get around to mentioning this.”

No wonder.

Silas glanced between Marcus and Lucien, his expression a mixture of concern and amusement. “It looks like we have a new partner for Emy. The match is Calum.”

“How on earth did it come to that infuriating guy?”

The tone of Marcus’ voice shifted dramatically, dropping into a low growl that radiated his displeasure.

Soon, the Beastmate System—

It felt as though an intruder had entered his sacred space, someone he loathed with every fiber of his being. Each hair on his body bristled, as if ready to erupt in a furious display of defiance.

Is the Beast God really losing his mind?

He had somehow paired Calum with Emma.

Emma, observing Marcus’ distressed demeanor, turned to him with a puzzled expression. “Marcus, you know Calum too?”

Emma was already aware that Lucien was familiar with Calum, given that Calum was his superior.

But Marcus knowing him too? That was a surprise.

“I know him.”

The words escaped Marcus’ lips with such effort that it felt as if he were dragging them from the depths of his soul. Each recollection of his past defeat at Calum’s hands made him want to sink into the ground and disappear entirely.

He slumped back into the chair, his face a portrait of misery.

“He’s the kind of person every therian despises.”

Silas observed Marcus closely, noting the way his expression darkened at the mere mention of Calum. He recalled Calum’s earlier reaction when Marcus’ name came up, and a realization dawned upon him.

He had no idea what history lay between the two men.

But now was not the moment for inquiries.

His thoughts shifted to Malrik and Calum, who were upstairs.

“Emy, are you done?” Silas spoke quickly, urgency lacing his voice. “If you’re finished, let’s head downstairs. I’m worried those two might start throwing punches.”

A sudden, alarming jolt shot through Emma’s chest at Silas’ words. Without a second thought, she followed him downstairs.

In the living room, Malrik clutched a peculiar fruit in his hands, and Emma’s breath caught in her throat.

Why is Malrik offering that kind of fruit to Calum?

The fruit appeared enticing, its colors vibrant, but she knew from experience it was more sour than a lemon.

The deeper the red, the more intensely sour it was.

Five discarded fruit cores lay scattered in front of Calum, a testament to his less-than-pleasant experience with Malrik’s offering.

Calum’s normally cold and stoic face was twisted in a way that suggested he was battling a storm of emotions—anger, embarrassment, and a forced patience that was wearing thin.

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