Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 443

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

**Chapter 443: The Summons to Aurelia**

“Go! Immediately inform Emma. She must bring the Rank 11 therian here without delay!”

Amara’s voice resonated with urgency, echoing through the vast halls of the palace. Her heart raced, each beat echoing her growing anxiety. Lucien had made a monumental mistake in rejecting his role as a primary mate, and now, the consequences of his defiance loomed over them like a dark cloud. At this moment, all that mattered was his survival.

The guardsmen, loyal yet visibly shaken, exchanged glances filled with uncertainty. “Your Majesty, His Highness stated—”

“I am issuing a command!” Amara’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding, like a sword drawn in battle. She exuded an authority that brooked no dissent, her resolve unshaken despite the turmoil swirling within her. “Go. Notify Emma at once.”

Her thoughts raced as she envisioned Lucien lying vulnerable, his life hanging by a thread. He could not perish; the only one with the power to save him, the only Rank 11 therian capable of pulling him back from the brink, was Emma.

Amara’s mate, a man of quiet strength, cast a worried glance toward the bed where Lucien lay, his body frail and still. “Your Majesty,” he spoke softly, concern etching lines on his forehead, “Emma is still hurt by Lucien’s refusal to accept his role. Do you truly believe she will come?”

No female would tolerate a male who disobeyed her, and Lucien had certainly crossed a line that could not be easily overlooked.

“She will come,” Amara asserted, her voice steady despite the storm of worry raging inside her. She had unwavering faith in Emma’s character. Even if Lucien had erred, Emma was not the kind of person to abandon someone in dire need.

Meanwhile, at her manor, Emma sat in the living room, her mind a tumultuous sea of thoughts as she aimlessly scrolled through her lightcore. Remy, her loyal companion, played at her feet, but she hardly registered his presence.

Silas, her friend, observed her with a blend of concern and amusement. “Emy,” he said, breaking the silence, “if you’re worried about Lucien, I can send someone to check on him.”

“I’m not worried about him,” she retorted, her voice clipped and defensive, yet the tremor in her words betrayed the turmoil beneath the surface.

Since their return from the Pantheon Battlefield, Marcus had settled back into the manor, and Silas had confirmed that Calum was now overseeing Malrik’s training. But Lucien? He had vanished, leaving no trace—no messages, no calls, nothing.

She had sent him countless messages, each one more desperate than the last, yet he remained silent. Even when she inquired about him from Aria, she learned that Aria was off visiting another planet and hadn’t seen Lucien since leaving Aurelia.

“Yes, you’re not worried. I am,” Silas replied, his tone calm but insistent. “I’ll send someone to Aurelia to check on him.”

He could see the stubbornness etched on her face, but he chose not to confront it further.

“Make it quick,” she snapped, her impatience bubbling to the surface. “I just want to know he’s all right.”

Despite her bravado, the silence from Lucien gnawed at her insides, an insatiable beast that wouldn’t let her rest. The mark on her chest—the beast mark—remained quiet, suggesting he was not in immediate danger.

He’s probably just angry, right? That’s why he’s ignoring me.

Silas nodded, reaching for his lightcore, but before he could activate it, the guard captain burst into the room, his face a mask of panic. “Ms. Emma Tibarn! Prince Lucien is in trouble!”

He dropped to his knees before her, his voice trembling with urgency. “Please, Ms. Tibarn—save him!”

Thud!

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