Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 435

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 435**

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**Chapter 435 Being Fed**

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“Why have you been so quiet, Emma? You haven’t even taken a single bite, and it’s making my heart ache with worry. I genuinely care about you,” Silas admitted, his brow furrowing with concern as he watched her closely, his gaze filled with a mix of tenderness and anxiety.

He was acutely aware that Emma’s words were merely a shield, a way to confront Lucien and the others. Deep down, he understood that she would never truly sever the bond they shared—the beast mark that tied them together was too sacred to her. Silas had no intention of pleading for anyone else’s sake; his focus was solely on her well-being. He hated seeing her engulfed in anger, knowing it could consume her, leaving her a mere shadow of herself.

“I thought you were here to plead for them,” Emma retorted, snatching the fruit from his hand and biting into it with a fierce determination. The sweetness burst in her mouth, a small yet profound relief against the simmering frustration that had taken root within her.

Watching her eat, Silas exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. As long as she was willing to consume something, even if it was just a piece of fruit, a flicker of calm returned to him. The thought of her being so upset that she would refuse nourishment gnawed at his insides. Her body required sustenance, and he couldn’t bear the thought of her neglecting herself in such a way.

Once she finished the first piece, Silas quickly reached into his storage band and retrieved another fruit. With meticulous care, he peeled it, ensuring not a single shred of skin remained before offering it to her. “Emy, here’s another one just for you.”

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise, realization dawning on her.

Alright. I can definitely see it now. Silas isn’t here to advocate for Lucien and the others. He’s here to make sure I’m fed.

Just then, Edric approached, balancing a glass of ice-cold juice and a delicately crafted little cake. “Emma, I made this cake and juice just for you. Want to give it a taste?” he asked, his voice brightening the atmosphere as he placed the treats before her, settling into the seat beside her. His violet-black snake tail curled affectionately around her waist, a gesture of comfort.

Emma reached out and playfully pinched the tail at her side before lifting the glass to her lips.

Here comes another one trying to feed me. They’re really overthinking this. I’m not the kind of person who would starve myself just because I’m upset. Who would that actually hurt? Certainly not me.

Seeing her take a sip of juice, Edric quickly grabbed the tiny fork beside him and handed it to her with a grin. “Emma, you should really have some more cake. And if you’re still feeling angry, feel free to pinch my tail. Let it all out on me. Just don’t let it fester inside you.”

“Edric’s got a point,” Silas chimed in, a playful smile gracing his lips as deep blue vines spiraled around Emma’s wrist, flicking like a gentle whip. “Emy, if you’re upset, go ahead and lash out at us. We’re tough and can handle it. A few lashes won’t bother us one bit.”

Emma stared at them, utterly bewildered.

Hit them? Do I really look like some kind of weirdo?

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Emma seized Silas’s vines and Edric’s snake tail, tying them together in a playful knot before tossing them back at them. “I’m not into that kind of freaky stuff.”

Both Silas and Edric froze, momentarily speechless at her unexpected response.

“Relax, you guys. There’s no need to worry about me. I’m not angry anymore. I won’t go on a hunger strike, and I definitely won’t ruin my body over this.”

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