Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 8

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

**Chapter 8: Not a Drop Left**

“No, no, no!” Sebastian interjected with urgency, halting Emma in her tracks. “Ms. Emma Tibarn, allow me to clarify the situation. His Majesty is in dire need of mental comfort at this moment. We hope that during the course of these three months, you will provide the solace he requires. Once his mental state stabilizes, you may then proceed with the application for match dissolution.”

Emma’s mind raced. What was this? He didn’t want her, yet he expected her to work for him without any compensation?

She fell silent, grappling with her thoughts.

So what if Drake towered over her, exuding an intimidating presence—did that grant him the authority to treat her like a mere servant? Did he perceive her as someone who could be pushed around so easily?

Just the day before, that blond man, Adam, had approached her with a request for a match dissolution, offering her a staggering 50 beast cores along with an additional 5 million star coins.

Sebastian, noticing the sour expression that had settled on her face, quickly attempted to reassure her. “Ms. Emma Tibarn, rest assured, we do not expect you to labor without compensation. We will pay you. How many star coins do you require for each session of mental comfort? State your price.”

Emma felt a flicker of indignation. Not every woman could provide mental comfort to a male Etherian. Only those matched through the Beastmate System had the ability to offer such support. If they could find someone of a higher rank, they would have done so already.

She cast a glance at Sebastian’s warm, grandfatherly smile, then shifted her gaze to Drake, who lounged languidly on the couch, seemingly indifferent to the entire situation.

The thought of this arrangement churned her stomach. Yet, the undeniable power Drake possessed loomed over her, making the option to refuse feel nonexistent.

Grinding her teeth in frustration, she extended her hand. “Fine, I’ll do it. But you’ll need to pay me five—”

“Fifty million star coins per session. It’s a deal,” Sebastian replied promptly, without a moment’s hesitation.

Emma froze, her mouth agape. The word “million” that had been poised to escape her lips fell silent, replaced by disbelief.

She wasn’t trying to con them; they were the ones willing to overpay.

Still, she asserted her conditions. “I’ll proceed, but I must clarify that I’m unaware of His Majesty’s rank. I’m only Rank 4, and I can’t guarantee my mental comfort will be effective for him. If it’s acceptable to you, I’ll attempt it now. If it works, we’ll continue as agreed. If it doesn’t, I won’t accept any star coins and will immediately apply for match dissolution.”

Emma was resolute; she wouldn’t take their money without delivering tangible results.

Sebastian nodded approvingly, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.

What a compassionate Ms. Emma Tibarn, willing to assist His Majesty for a mere handful of star coins. If only His Majesty could recognize her true worth—perhaps she would make a splendid match for him after all.

Unbeknownst to Emma, she had already made a favorable impression.

Sebastian and his subordinate stepped aside, allowing her space as they moved into the courtyard.

With a deep breath, Emma approached Drake, who remained sprawled on the couch, exuding an air of nonchalance. “Are you ready? I’m going to begin the mental comfort session now.”

There were two primary methods to provide mental comfort. The first involved allowing her mental power to enter his mind, calming his turbulent mental state. The second, more intimate approach, required the intertwining of their mental powers, which could effectively release all his chaotic energy.

In theory, the latter method was significantly more effective, with the potential to permanently alleviate the risk of mental collapse. However, that could only be pursued after a formal bond. For now, Emma had no choice but to utilize the first method.

She lifted her hand, gently pressing her fingertips against Drake’s brow. Waves of her mental power began to flow outward, gradually infiltrating his mental consciousness.

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