Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 228

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 228: Blooming Day**

Emma had been acutely aware of Silas’s anticipation for this day—it felt like an eternity had passed since he first mentioned it. The air was thick with excitement, and she could almost feel the electricity buzzing around them.

In a sudden rush of energy, Silas found himself yanked into the room by the collar of his shirt. Before he could even process what was happening, Emma had tackled him onto the soft, inviting grass of the valley, laughter bubbling from her lips.

“Emy, slow down for just a moment…” he managed to say, his voice a mix of surprise and amusement.

As he wrapped one arm around her waist to steady her, his other hand instinctively moved to shield her head, preventing any accidental bumps. He tilted his head just in time to evade her playful, wild kiss, which felt more like a whirlwind than a gentle peck.

Emma’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to bond?”

Wasn’t he the one who had been so eager to connect just moments before?

“Or… maybe you don’t want to do it here? That’s totally fine. We can head back to the cabin.”

With a determined look, she crawled off him, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to his feet, her enthusiasm palpable as she led him toward the cabin.

Silas had been undeniably excited about this day, but now, an inexplicable hesitation gripped him.

“Emy, I—”

He attempted to articulate his feelings, but Emma silenced him with a sudden kiss, her lips warm and demanding.

With a playful shove, Emma pushed him onto the bed, straddling him with an air of confidence. “I know time is short today, but it’s alright. Whatever we can’t do now, I promise I’ll make it up to you when you return.”

Her fairness struck him—there was no way she would let Silas miss out on anything.

“Emy, just breathe… please, calm down!” Silas caught her wandering hands, resting them gently on his chest. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously as he took a moment to steady his own breathing, trying to find the right words. “Emy, I want to bond with you too, but not today.”

“Why not?”

Pinned beneath his firm grip, Emma’s wrists were locked above her head, and she stared at him with wide eyes, confusion swirling within them. Did such an intimate connection really require a special occasion?

Silas inhaled deeply, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, “Today is my blooming day. If we bond now, you’ll end up with fruit. And once there’s fruit, we can’t… do anything until it ripens.”

That revelation hung in the air between them, heavy and profound. Silas had been avoiding the idea of cubs for a reason.

Both petalyn etherians and beast etherians faced unavoidable restrictions during this pivotal time.

On the day he bloomed, he couldn’t entangle himself with his huntress.

Emma stared at him, her expression one of shock and disbelief. This was the first time she had ever heard anything like this. Curiosity sparked within her. “So, our cub would be a fruit?”

How could something so precious come from such a strange metaphor?

“Does getting the vine dew hurt you?”

Seeing him hesitate, she quickly added, “If it does, forget it.”

The thought struck her that vine dew might actually be his blood, and the notion made her recoil in horror; there was no way she could ever accept that.

Silas stood, moving closer to her, bending down to capture her lips with his. “It won’t hurt me. You just need to take it yourself…”

“What?”

Before she could fully comprehend his words, he carried her to the bed, guiding her hand beneath his shirt to rest on the solid warmth of his abs before inching lower. Her fingertips brushed against his belt, and she recoiled as if she had touched fire.

Silas chuckled softly, catching her slender wrist and pressing her palm back against his waist, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Weren’t you going to take vine dew?” His voice dropped to a low, coaxing whisper. “It’s right here.”

Emma’s lashes fluttered as realization dawned upon her. “But I thought you said we couldn’t do anything while you’re blooming.”

Silas withdrew just enough to linger close, his lips brushing against hers before trailing soft kisses along her quivering jawline until he reached her ear.

His warm breath tickled her sensitive skin, sending delightful shivers racing down her spine. “Blooming only stops us from bonding…”