Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 46

**Chapter 46: A Cheap and Ridiculous Name**

The weight of Lucien’s secret pressed heavily on him. If he were to unmask himself, the consequences would be dire for Emma. Her safety was paramount, and revealing his true identity would only place her in jeopardy.

He feigned ignorance, allowing his body to go limp in her delicate grasp, a tactic born of instinct.

Emma found herself utterly speechless, her mind racing with confusion. Did this little creature truly comprehend the words “come with me”?

Yet, despite the bewilderment, this rotund black bird had just roused her from a deep slumber, sparing her from becoming a mere snack for a lurking predator. He was, in essence, her feathered savior.

“Alright then, you can accompany me,” she relented, a smile breaking across her face.

With a newfound sense of purpose, she resolved to leave the valley alongside the little bird, eager to reunite with Edric and the others. They possessed knowledge that could illuminate the true nature of this enigmatic black creature.

Emma gently caressed the bird’s soft feathers, her touch tender and soothing.

Lucien had not anticipated such an unexpected sensation. He squirmed instinctively, attempting to wriggle away from her gentle fingers, his instincts flaring. His plumage was intended solely for his future huntress, and the notion of being handled by another was unsettling.

As the Second Prince of the Interstellar Empire, he was bound by the rigid doctrines established by the Beast God, his obligations weighing heavily on him. His loyalty to his huntress was unwavering, a bond that transcended mere duty.

Unbeknownst to Emma, Lucien wrestled with a tempest of emotions. She noticed a small twig ensnared in his plump body, having brushed against him while petting him. It must have been uncomfortable, she thought.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she plucked the twig free and cast it aside.

Lucien’s flame-colored eyes widened in alarm as he witnessed Silas being unceremoniously discarded.

“Cheek-!” he exclaimed, his chirp cracking under the weight of shock.

In a flurry of flapping wings, he scrambled out of Emma’s hand, desperately pursuing Silas. However, his rotund form and stubby wings betrayed him, and he crashed clumsily to the ground.

“Cheep! Cheep!” he called out, frustration evident in his voice.

Lucien hopped frantically along the bank, his heart racing as he watched Silas tumble into a small pond, drifting away on the water’s surface. In his avian form, he was utterly helpless—he couldn’t swim, and there was no way for him to dive in and rescue his friend.

“Cheep! Cheep!”

Why did you throw Silas away, female?

“Cheep!”

You must save Silas!

The thought of Silas floating away alone filled him with dread. Who knew when he might recover from such a predicament?

“Was that twig meaningful to you?” Emma asked, her brow furrowed with concern as she observed the little black bird’s frantic behavior over the discarded twig.

Realizing her mistake, she quickly retrieved it from the water, her fingers wrapping around the pitch-black stick. It appeared unremarkable at first glance, save for its unusual sturdiness.

With Silas now safe in her grasp, Lucien released a sigh of immense relief. He understood that as long as Silas remained in twig form, he was vulnerable.

Lucien looked up at Emma with newfound determination, gently placing the twig—Silas—into her palm.

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