Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 80

**Chapter 80: The Joys of Revelations**

Edric stood resolute, determined not to let Emma bear the burden of their situation alone. The thought of her shouldering everything while he remained idle felt utterly unacceptable.

After he finished his tasks, he made his way to the living room, where he found Emma comfortably settled, her attention absorbed by her lightcore. The soft glow illuminated her features, casting a serene light around her. Corvin and Coalball were conspicuously absent, and Edric couldn’t help but wonder where they had wandered off to.

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Edric approached Emma, kneeling beside her with a sense of purpose. He gently grasped her hand, feeling the warmth radiate from her skin. “Emma,” he began, his voice earnest and filled with intent, “could you share the names of your other four matches with me? I want to reach out to them. I swear on the name of the Beast God that I would never harm them.”

In their world, the protocol was clear: if a potential mate wished to connect with the others matched to the same female, they needed her explicit permission first. Edric felt a surge of urgency; he knew that Emma’s matches were not ordinary Etherians. They were formidable, each one a force to be reckoned with.

Drank, Damian, Kael, and Corvin—each name echoed in his mind like a battle cry. These were not just names; they were powerful individuals, and Edric had no doubt that the remaining four were equally remarkable. Given Emma’s status as a human female, he could only hope that her other matches were even stronger than he was. The more strength they possessed, the safer Emma would be in this tumultuous world.

With a nod, Emma pulled him closer, her fingers dancing over her lightcore as she brought up the files containing the details of her matches. The screen flickered to life, revealing scant information—just names, contact numbers, and ages. Edric’s heart raced as he scanned the names, barely able to maintain his composure.

“Lucien, Silas, and Malrik,” he muttered, the realization hitting him like a thunderbolt. He had just mentioned the first three the day before. Two of them were currently missing, while the last was scavenging on the outskirts of a battlefield. Good luck trying to reach any of them, he thought wryly.

But then there was the last name on the list: Marcus.

A frown creased Edric’s forehead as he processed the implications.

Marcus Crowe, the heir of the Frostveil Wolf Clan, was infamous for being elusive, nearly impossible to contact. Information about him was scarce, and the Frostveil clan rarely engaged with outsiders. Edric felt a sense of frustration wash over him; he was completely in the dark about Marcus, just as he had anticipated. Emma’s matches were indeed extraordinary, each a remarkable being in their own right.

“Emma,” he said, choosing his words with care, “it’s likely going to be a challenge to get in touch with Lucien and Silas right now.” He paused, gauging her reaction before continuing. “Lucien is from the Empire, the Second Prince of Aurelia, and Silas is the Empire’s most esteemed commander. Both are currently missing, and there hasn’t been any news about them.”

Emma’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s them?” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and awe. She had heard tales of Prince Lucien and Commander Hamblin, their exploits echoing through the realm.

“Yes, that’s them,” Edric confirmed with a nod, feeling the weight of her realization settle between them.

Emma’s mind raced, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Blessed or cursed? She couldn’t tell at this moment. It was a relief to understand why she hadn’t been able to reach them; they were lost to her, at least for now.

“What about the other two? Do you know them as well?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

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