Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 89

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

Emma stood there, her heart racing, as she contemplated Silas’ earlier warning. After all, he had mentioned that it was merely a drop of blood each day—nothing that could genuinely inflict harm on her. But the thought lingered in the back of her mind, gnawing at her sense of safety.

“Silas,” she began, her voice tentative, “you said Lucien brought you back and asked me to look after you. When did that happen? I’ve never even laid eyes on him.”

Silas’ expression shifted at the mere mention of Lucien’s name, caught between sympathy and disbelief. “He’s actually—”

But before he could complete his thought, a sudden change washed over him. His body went slack, and he crumpled into Emma’s arms, leaving her breathless.

“Silas!” she exclaimed, panic surging through her as she caught his weight. “Silas, what’s wrong? Silas!”

“Ms. Tibarn! Ms. Tibarn, wake up!” Corvin’s voice shattered the silence, urgent and demanding, echoing in her ears like a distant call to arms.

Emma’s eyes flew open, her heart pounding in her chest. Silas was gone—vanished like a wisp of smoke. In his place stood Corvin, now fully transformed into his human form, though still bare and vulnerable.

“Corvin… you’re healed?” she stammered, shock rippling through her. She quickly scanned the surroundings, her mind racing. “Did you see Silas?”

“Silas?” Corvin looked at her, bewilderment etched across his features. “No, Ms. Tibarn, I didn’t see anyone named Silas. You were having a nightmare, though. You kept calling out for something—something like ‘siren.’”

A nightmare? Emma blinked, disbelief washing over her. Could it really have been just a dream? It had felt so vivid, so real…

“Ms. Tibarn, are you all right?” Corvin waved a hand in front of her face, his concern palpable when she didn’t respond immediately.

Emma shook her head briskly, forcing herself to shake off the remnants of the dream. “I’m fine. Just a bad dream,” she assured him, though her heart still raced from the intensity of it.

A smile broke across Corvin’s face, his golden eyes sparkling with relief. “That’s good! Ms. Tibarn, I’ve fully recovered now, so we can bond!”

Before she could process his words, he seized her hand and pressed it against his firm abdomen, his skin warm and inviting.

It took Emma a moment to register the fact that he was completely unclothed.

“Ms. Tibarn, see? My abs are way better than Edric’s,” he proclaimed, pride swelling in his voice.

The moment he regained his strength, he hadn’t even paused to dress—he had rushed straight to her. That night on the floor, he had overheard her mention how much she enjoyed touching Edric’s abs, and it had clearly made an impression.

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