Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328 The Ebonheart Fruit

Emma hurried to explain, “That fruit is too rare. I-”

Laura cut her off gently, “It might be precious to you, but it’s useless to me. Emma, if see me as your sister, stop being so formal.”

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Every time Emma visited, she came with armfuls of gifts, sometimes even cooking meals herself. For Laura, giving her one fruit she couldn’t even use was nothing.

Seeing that Laura was serious, Emma relented. She quickly put the beast cores away. “Alright, Laura, don’t be mad. I’ll stop arguing. See? I’m keeping it.”

She tucked the fruit back into its box and hugged Laura’s arm with a grateful smile. “You’re the best, Laura.”

Laura laughed and pinched her cheek affectionately. “Of course I am. I’m your sister–if I don’t spoil you, who will?”

They chatted for a while longer. When the sky outside began to darken and rain threatened to fall, Emma finally left the hospital.

Back at the manor, she placed the black fruit Laura had given her on the table. “Silas, this is from Laura. She said it can help a petalyn therian ascend. Take a look–do you recognize it?”

Silas’s

eyes widened. “This is… an Ebonheart fruit.”

He looked genuinely startled. “How on earth did Ms. Jones get something like this?”

Emma explained, “Her new mate, Caven, gave it to her.”

She paused, then asked softly, “Silas, can this Ebonheart fruit really help you ascend?”

At present, the highest–ranked petalyn therian in existence was level ten. There hadn’t been an eleventh–level petalyn therian for centuries. Silas himself had been stuck at level ten for years.

If this fruit truly worked, maybe—just maybe–it could push him past that long–standing barrier.

“It can help a petalyn therian ascend,” Silas admitted, studying the dark, glossy fruit. “But I’m not sure it would still work on someone already at level ten.”

The Ebonheart fruit was legendary. It grew only on Beast God Mountain, and even there, it was rare beyond measure.

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Most wouldn’t even bother seeking it, because it only worked on petalyn therians, and for every other species, it was nothing more than a strange, bitter fruit. No sane warrior would risk climbing Beast God Mountain for something useless to them.

Corvin, who’d been listening, spoke up. “Well, there’s one way to find out. Just try it.”

Silas shook his head. “Not now. I’m still nurturing Remy. I can’t risk a surge in energy. I’ll have to wait until he’s older.”

He smiled gently, taking Emma’s hand. “I’ve been stuck at level ten for so long; another couple of years won’t matter.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a tiny voice piped up from his head.

“Daddy! Mommy!”

Remy blinked his bright little eyes and spotted the fruit on the table. “Wow, it smells so good!”

Before either of them could react, the little one sprang from Silas’s head, zipped across the table, and swallowed the Ebonheart fruit whole.

“Remy!”

Emma gasped just as the fruit disappeared down his throat. He’d moved so fast that even she hadn’t seen how he managed it.

A satisfied burp echoed from the box.

Then, under their horrified gaze, Remy’s tiny grape–sized body began to swell. In just a few breaths, he’d gone from a “grape” to a plump “passion fruit.”

Emma clutched Silas’s arm, trembling. “S–Silas, Remy… he–he’s not going to explode, is he?”

That was an Ebonheart fruit! A divine–grade fruit capable of elevating an adult petalyn therian’s rank.

How could a baby–still unable to even assume human form–handle that kind of power?

The other males in the house had jumped to their feet as well, equally alarmed.

Even the level eleven powerhouses–Marcus, Lucien, and Drake–hadn’t been quick enough to stop him.

Silas’s face tightened; then he reached out his vines, probing the little one’s energy flow carefully.

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After a long moment, his shoulders relaxed. “Emy, don’t worry. He’s fine.”

Remy wasn’t going to explode–thank the Beast God.

Still, with him now the size of a passion fruit, Silas definitely couldn’t let him perch on his head anymore. It would look ridiculous. What if Emy thinks it was ugly?

Hearing that Remy was safe, Emma finally exhaled in relief.

She poked the round little fruit sprawled in the box. “Remy, don’t ever do that again, okay? If you want to eat something, tell Mommy or Daddy first. We’ll make sure it’s safe, then you can have it, deal?”