Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670 Cutting Hair

Corvin watched from across the room, eyes shining with envy.

He darted over to Emma, pointing at his hair with all the excitement of a pup begging for scraps.

“Emma, I need a cut too. After you’re done with Marcus, can you trim mine?”

Emma barely paused, her confidence spiking, scissors flashing.

“No problem. Wait your turn. Once I rescue Marcus, you’re next.”

Malrik leaned in the doorway, eyes gleaming with mischief, a crooked smile playing at his lips.

He sauntered closer, voice low and teasing. “Emma, my hair’s due for a cut too.”

Emma grinned, not missing a beat.

‘Don’t worry, everyone’s getting a turn. No need to fight over me.”

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She felt like the queen of the lounge, handing out royal favors. To keep things fair, she glanced over at Edric and Kieran, who’d just walked in, and tossed them an inviting smile.

‘Edric, Kieran, you want in, too?”

She was on a roll, offering free cuts to all.

Edric looked over at Marcus‘ uneven silver hair, then at Emma’s gleaming scissors, and hesitated for a long second.

‘I’ll pass. I just got mine trimmed.”

Kieran shook his head so fast his hair nearly flew off.

He wanted to support Emma, but a male’s hair was sacred.

Besides, he had plans with Emma tonight and wasn’t risking his looks.

f his hair turned out hideous, Emma might lose all interest in him.

I’ll skip this time, Emma. You handle them. I’ll get your water.”

Emma just nodded and turned her focus back to Marcus‘ hair.

She squinted at the left side, her brow furrowing.

‘This side’s too long.” She took a bold snip and frowned. “Now, it’s uneven. Hold on, I’ll fix the right.”

She shifted around Marcus, snipping with quick, determined motions.

Marcus only needed the burned ends trimmed.

If Emma had stopped there, he’d have a sharp, shoulder–length cut.

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Chapter 670 Cutting Hair

Instead, every adjustment left his hair shorter, silver locks tumbling to the floor.

Marcus squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a chill creep up the back of his neck.

He didn’t dare look. If he did, the sight might crush him. His voice shook.

“Ms. Tibarn… is it done yet?”

Emma shot back, not missing a beat, “Almost. Just need to balance it out.”

Her scissors never slowed.

Corvin and Malrik went from eager to horrified as they watched.

At first, both looked ready for their turns, eager for Emma’s hands in their hair.

But as the floor filled with silver and Marcus‘ scalp started to show, their enthusiasm faded into dread.

This wasn’t a trim. It was a whole shaving.

Malrik’s brow twitched.

He cared for Emma, but risking a bald spot?

He took a subtle step back.

Emma kept cutting, but her movements slowed as Marcus‘ hair disappeared.

She stopped, hands trembling, suddenly afraid to take another snip.

She’d meant to only even out the ends.

Now Marcus‘ head was a patchwork of lumps and scalp, like he’d survived a magical mishap.

Marcus heard the scissors finally stop, but didn’t move.

He could feel cold air on his head and dreaded what he’d see.

He swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper.

“Ms. Tibarn… are you done?”

Emma’s hands were slick with sweat. She forced a shaky laugh.

When she spoke, it was quiet and bore no confidence.

“All done. Honestly, short hair suits you.”

Marcus‘ heart thudded in his chest.

He took a long breath, steeling himself, and opened his eyes.

One glance in the mirror, and his spirit shattered.

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