Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 45

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

**Chapter 45: The Knockout**

The unfortunate news struck hard and fast: as soon as the Rank 11 Chitinid made its ominous entrance at F–268, it wasted no time in seizing a vulnerable Rank 4 female. The urgency of the situation left no room for calling in backup. Lucien, who had reached the peak of level ten, found himself in a desperate predicament. He had to compel Silas to force-boost his strength to match that of the formidable Rank 11.

But amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of good news—the Rank 11 Chitinid lay dead at their feet, and the Rank 4 female had been rescued from the brink of disaster.

Yet, the tide of misfortune crashed down once more.

Silas, already nursing injuries from the force-boosting process, faced a catastrophic backlash that spiraled out of control. Lucien’s grip on his abilities shattered like glass, unleashing a violent explosion that hurled every therian in the vicinity into disarray. In that crucial moment, all he could muster was a protective bubble of raw energy around the nearest female, shielding her from the brunt of the blast.

Despite his efforts, she emerged from the ordeal severely wounded.

To make matters worse, Lucien found himself utterly drained of energy, the backlash rendering him incapable of reverting to his true form. Instead, he was now a mere common bird, stripped of his powers.

And the worst news of all? Silas, with his lower strength level, had sustained far more devastating injuries. He had shrunk down to a diminutive, black twig—so small that no one would bother to pick him up if they stumbled upon him on the ground.

The little bird chirped desperately, “Female, please! You have to wake up! The valley isn’t safe! If a beast shows up, you’re dead meat!”

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“Who is it? Who’s pecking me on the head?” Emma mumbled groggily, struggling to make sense of her surroundings.

With a monumental effort, she pried her eyes open, only to be met with the sight of a plump, pitch-black bird whose head resembled a tuft of singed cotton candy. Confusion washed over her; she must have pulled an all-nighter and awakened in a disoriented haze. This was not the way one should feel upon waking.

12:27 Fri, Nov 7 G…

Emma squeezed her eyes shut again, wishing to return to the comforting embrace of sleep.

Lucien, however, was not about to let that happen. He watched in dismay as the female he had fought so hard to rouse simply shut her eyes once more. Panic surged through his tiny avian form, and he chirped urgently, “Female, wake up! You can’t go back to sleep! You’ll die!”

The faint vibrations of a low-tier beast’s presence crept closer, sending a shiver of dread through him.

Emma, still half-asleep, heard the frantic chirping. Suddenly, flashes of memory ignited in her mind like fireworks. In an instant, her eyes flew open, and she shot upright, heart racing.

Her disorientation was not merely the result of a sleepless night or an awkward sleeping position; she had been knocked out cold by a massive explosion. The memory of being hurled through the air by that terrifying wave of energy flooded back to her, and she felt a jolt of panic.

As she moved, pain radiated through her body, and she hissed, inhaling sharply.

Is this what it feels like to be run over by a truck?

Her entire body felt as if it had been shattered into a million pieces.

Emma scanned the valley, her gaze darting to her storage band. Relief washed over her. Thank God! It’s still there.

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