Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 288

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live**
by Nora Vale Kingsley
**Chapter 288: A Bounty Thread**

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In the realm of Drakonid, where power and dominance reigned supreme, Drake stood as the undisputed lord and the mightiest therian. Yet, his possessiveness was a force that sent shivers down the spines of many—a trait far more daunting than any ordinary display of affection.

“I’m going to find Emma,” he declared, determination etched on his face as he rose from his seat, his muscles taut with resolve. He strode purposefully toward the door, each step echoing his urgency.

“Daddy, you absolutely cannot go looking for Mommy right now!” Remy’s voice rang out, filled with a mix of panic and reason. “If you barge in while she’s resting, she’ll like you even less!”

Drake halted abruptly, his foot hovering above the threshold, the weight of his son’s words crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” he asked, frustration creeping into his tone as he turned to face Remy, his brow furrowed with worry.

The little fruit nestled in his hair rustled, a sign of Remy’s own turmoil. “I don’t know either,” he admitted, his voice softening. “But I do know that if you bother Mommy right now, she’ll definitely be upset. And if Mommy’s upset, she’ll like you even less.”

Remy felt a wave of gloom wash over him, burdened by the knowledge that his father was floundering in his attempts to win back Mommy’s heart.

Drake’s expression mirrored the despair that had settled heavily in Remy’s chest. The sight of his dad’s heartbroken face tugged at his own heartstrings, igniting a flicker of inspiration within him.

“Daddy,” he proposed, his eyes brightening with newfound hope, “why don’t you spend some star coins and post a bounty on your lightcore? Maybe someone who knows how to win affection can teach you.”

Drake’s eyes widened, a spark of excitement igniting in his chest. It was an idea that felt both brilliant and daring.

Without hesitation, he opened his lightcore right then and there, fingers flying over the screen as he crafted a bounty thread. He declared that anyone who could guide him in winning the affection of his beloved huntress would not only be rewarded with a mountain of star coins but would also receive two coveted Level 10 beast cores.

The moment he hit ‘post,’ the thread erupted into life, the notifications flooding in at a staggering rate.

Within a minute, the replies surged past a thousand, each one more enthusiastic than the last.

Beast On Fire: Bro, two Level 10 beast cores for real? Swear on the Beast God?

Huntress’ Sugar Baby: If OP swears on the Beast God those cores are real, I’ll send him my family’s secret technique—“The Moves to Woo Your Huntress.”

Drake eagerly scrolled through the messages, his heart racing with anticipation. He quickly typed a response, determination fueling his fingers.

Drake: I swear on the Beast God. Whoever helps me in winning the affection of my huntress and ensuring she stays with me will get two Level 10 beast cores as a reward.

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As soon as his reply went live, the thread skyrocketed to the top of the trending list in less than ten minutes.

Aboard the warship, Corvin’s eyes lit up like fireworks when he stumbled upon the bounty thread.

“Who the hell is this guy?” he muttered to himself, intrigued. This individual was just as extravagantly reckless as that eccentric Marcus, offering two Level 10 beast cores just to learn how to charm his huntress.

“Besides,” he continued, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice, “I don’t even want the beast core for myself. I’m trying to build Emma a mech squad, and I’m just two Level 10 beast cores short. Come on, say yes!”

A second ago, he had only needed one. Now it was miraculously two.

Whoever thought Corvin was simple-minded clearly hadn’t seen him in action during negotiations.

Silas pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a weary sigh. “Just this once. Send me the post.”

“YES! Silas, you’re the best!” Corvin cheered, immediately forwarding the link with glee.

Silas opened the post and skimmed through the replies. While many therians had offered decent suggestions, he knew that winning a huntress’s heart for good would require more than a single clever trick.

Without wasting another moment, he dove into the poster’s private messages. As the Legendary First Commander of the Interstellar Empire, he knew he couldn’t use his real name for something so trivial.

Embrace of the Moon: Friend, if you genuinely want your huntress to care about you—and to genuinely enjoy being with you—one tip isn’t going to cut it.

Embrace of the Moon: If you’re willing, share with me the current state of your relationship with your huntress. I’ll craft a perfect, custom plan that’s guaranteed to make her happy.

Embrace of the Moon: But I have one condition. If my method works, you’ll owe me two additional Level 10 beast cores.

Corvin’s jaw dropped as he read the messages Silas sent, his mind racing with possibilities.