Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 934

Chapter 934 A Direct Assault

When Emma noticed that Drake still hadn’t reached for the potion, she arched a brow, took the faintly shimmering blue potion directly from Edric’s grip, and brought it up to Drake’s mouth.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and drink it. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Okay, I’ll drink it.”

His instincts snapped into action. Drake swiftly grabbed the potion back from Emma and tilted his head, swallowing it in one decisive gulp.

Alaric’s creation proved to be exactly as remarkable as rumored.

In the span of a heartbeat, the torn tissue across Drake’s body began to knit together, sealing and regenerating at a visibly rapid pace as the damaged flesh sloughed away.

Until nothing remained but flawless, fair skin-utterly intact, not even a hint of a scar.

If that blood-soaked, dark-blue vine hadn’t still been lying in the bin, the horrifying scene from earlier could easily have been dismissed as nothing more than an illusion.

Drake lowered his gaze to his own chest, now smooth and unmarked, and let out a quiet, resigned breath.

What a missed opportunity. I’m just losing the perfect chance to make Emma worry over me.

If he had known, he would’ve collapsed into her arms before Edric exen brought out the potion.

Edric really had ruined the timing.

“Alaric’s potion is genuinely impressive.”

Watching Drake’s injuries vanish completely, Edric smiled lightly as he spoke to Emma.

Drake glanced in his direction but said nothing. He remained standing near the doorway, head slightly bowed, loose strands of hair ‘alling across his brow and obscuring his expression.

Paired with his slightly pale face from blood loss, the once all-powerful overlord of three domains now looked like a puppy that had been abandoned.

No-more like a dragon.

Drake had never really understood the idea of playing victim to gain sympathy.

But in the past few days, he had picked up the skill.

Emma had initially intended to tell him to go rest. Yet the moment she saw him like that, the words stalled in her throat

No one could possibly remain indifferent.

If seductive foxes had lured people in with bold, scorching charm that made the heart race yet still left room for resistance.. Then Drake-an ice-cold overlord of three domains who normally commanded absolute authority-standing there subdued and

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Chapter 934 A Direct Assault.

fragile, claws withdrawn and vulnerability exposed, had been a direct assault on one’s defenses.

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The contrast alone was lethal-a being powerful enough to destroy realms, now revealing only his weakest side to Emma.

Emma exhaled slowly, fighting the urge to reach out and pat his head.

She adjusted her pace and walked over, but instead of sending him off to rest like she planned, concern slipped into her voice.

“Are you still not feeling right?

“Did Alaric’s potion work too strongly-closing the wounds but leaving internal pain?”

Drake raised his eyes slowly. Those usually sharp, black eyes now looked faintly misted, almost damp.

He gave a barely audible response and leaned a fraction closer to her, his voice low and rough.

“It doesn’t hurt. I’m just… a bit drained. I can’t really keep my balance.”

Not far away, Edric’s mouth twitched.

Drained? Can’t keep his balance?

He almost rolled his eyes right there.

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A Rank 14 overlord of three domains could be run through and still fight for days, so long as his core remained intact.

And yet here he was, putting on a fragile act, like some soft-spoken schemer playing at weakness.

Had he been influenced by Malrik or something? Since when did Drake start playing this act?

Meanwhile, Emma was already completely convinced.

She only saw Drake sway slightly, as if genuinely unsteady, and instinctively reached out to steady his arm.

“If you can’t stand, don’t force yourself.”

Her voice softened without her even noticing.

“Come sit down.”

Drake allowed her to guide him forward, subtly shifting just enough weight toward her to make the act believable.

Even so, he controlled it perfectly-never enough to truly burden her.

As he looked at her, a faint uncertainty slipped into his tone.

“Emma… are you really not angry with me anymore?”

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