Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 69

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

In the soft embrace of dawn, Corvin’s light blue fur shimmered like a delicate morning sky, freshly fluffed by the diligent humanoid robot that had tended to him with meticulous care. With a playful bounce, he leaped off the table, his tiny legs propelling him forward with an infectious eagerness as he made his way to Emma’s room, the heart of his little adventure.

Approaching the door, he skidded to an abrupt halt, a glimmer of mischief igniting in his bright eyes. He turned back, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he seized Coalball, his disgruntled companion, from the couch. With a determined tug, he dragged Coalball behind him, the little creature flailing in protest, a comical sight against Corvin’s spirited demeanor.

The door to Emma’s sanctuary stood resolutely closed, a barrier that might daunt many. But for Corvin, that plain white wooden door was as flimsy as a wisp of smoke. With an air of confidence, he strutted right through it, Coalball dangling comically from his mouth, his protests muffled and indignant.

Such was the essence of Corvin.

He possessed an extraordinary knack for breezing past obstacles, blissfully untroubled by the limitations that constrained others.

Inside, Emma lay enveloped in a deep, peaceful slumber, blissfully unaware of the delightful chaos brewing around her. The gentle cadence of her breathing was the only sound that broke the stillness, contrasting sharply with Corvin’s playful antics.

Coalball, however, was far from pleased. He squirmed and squawked, his voice a high-pitched chorus of indignation.

“Chirp chirp!” he protested, frustration evident in his tone. “Corvin, what on earth are you doing?”

“This is a female’s bedroom! You can’t just waltz in here!”

“Chirp chirp!” he continued, desperation creeping into his voice. “Corvin, let me go!”

In a moment of panic, Corvin dropped Coalball with a soft thump, his playful nature shining through as he affectionately bopped Coalball on the head, a gesture more playful than aggressive.

Coalball’s world spun momentarily, stars dancing in his vision as he struggled to regain his bearings.

Once the little creature settled down, Corvin, ever the inventive one, darted toward the bed, swatting a plushie aside with a swift flick of his paw. His mind raced with a plan as he tore off a piece of fabric, determined to silence Coalball’s protests. With a swift motion, he stuffed it into Coalball’s beak, effectively muting him.

“Mmmph…” Coalball protested, now rendered incapable of making another sound.

As he flapped his wings in a futile attempt to escape, Corvin realized that sneaking into a female’s room while she slumbered was a precarious endeavor. It was a serious breach of decorum, one that could lead to trouble.

Yet, as Emma’s playful companion, Corvin felt a certain entitlement that allowed him to venture without consequence. But Coalball? That was an entirely different story.

Noticing that Coalball was still restless, Corvin, struck by inspiration, tore up more plushies, fashioning makeshift restraints from the fabric strips, binding Coalball securely.

Now, Coalball was utterly speechless, his little body immobilized and at the mercy of Corvin’s whims.

With Coalball finally quiet and still, Corvin nodded in satisfaction, triumphantly dragging his new friend onto the bed beside Emma. He nestled himself comfortably in her arms, ready to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Corvin’s mind, akin to that of a curious toddler, brimmed with innocent wonder and a hint of mischief. He was somewhat sensible, yet his understanding of the world was limited.

To him, Coalball was merely a fascinating new toy, an object of intrigue to play with—never something to be broken or discarded.

Coalball found himself completely bound, one leg pinned beneath Corvin’s paw, utterly unable to move or protest.

As Corvin inhaled deeply, Emma’s sweet scent enveloped him, washing over him like a warm embrace, igniting a comforting heat within his small body.

So warm…

And so thirsty…

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