Nine Hot Therians and Their Only One Queen novel Chapter 95

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

**A Furious Tirade**

Emma felt a pang of guilt as she watched Corvin. The concern etched on his face was palpable; he had fought valiantly all day, and the weariness in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He had barely recovered, and now he was burdened with her worries.

“Corvin,” she said softly, trying to lighten the mood, “let’s head back to the cabin. Edric has been calling me repeatedly, and I promised I would get back to him once everything was sorted out.”

Corvin nodded, but his brow remained furrowed. “Once we’re back, you should shower first. I’ll handle Edric’s call, and then I can help ease your mind. After that, we can finally get some proper rest. Tomorrow, we’ll join the others in repairing the damage.”

Emma appreciated his unwavering support, and she could see that he was trying to take charge of the situation. She turned to the nearby staff and instructed them, “Everyone, take a break. We’ll deal with the rest in the morning.”

Without hesitation, Corvin transformed into his magnificent liger form, his fur fluffy and majestic. “Ms. Tibarn, the hover vehicle is out of commission. You’ll have to ride on my back—I’m much faster.”

Emma didn’t hesitate; she climbed onto his back, and they sped off toward the cabin. The wind whipped past her, and for a moment, she felt a rush of exhilaration, grateful for Corvin’s presence.

When they arrived, the cabin stood intact, just as they had left it. But the moment they stepped inside, a cacophony of chirps filled the air.

“Is something wrong with Coalball?” Emma’s heart raced, and she exchanged a worried glance with Corvin. Without another word, they dashed toward the bedroom.

Inside, they found Coalball perched on the desk, his claws gripping the flowerpot with determination. One wing was propped on his hip while the other jabbed furiously at Silas, who had taken on the form of a small plant.

“Chirp, chirp! Chirp! Chirp, chirp!” Coalball’s indignation was clear, and Emma could almost hear the fury in his voice.

You useless stick! Is this what you’ve turned into?! That pathetic little bloom! I didn’t even get a chance to speak to Emma before I reverted! Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through?!

“Chirp! Chirp-chirp, chirp! Chirp!”

Don’t pretend you can’t hear me! You did this on purpose, didn’t you?! I risked everything to bring you back, and this is how you repay me?! Silas Hamblin, stop the charade! I know you’re aware of what’s happening!

Corvin stood frozen, astonished by Coalball’s fury. He leaned toward Emma and whispered, “Ms. Tibarn, what on earth did the tree branch do to provoke Coalball? I’m almost certain he’s cursing at it right now.”

Emma nodded in agreement, her brow furrowed in confusion. “I think you’re right. What could Silas have done to make Coalball this furious?”

Neither of them dared to approach the scene unfolding in front of them.

Seeing Emma had returned, Silas finally dropped the pretense of being inert. “Your Highness, please try to calm down. How could I ever deceive you? If I had intended to trick you, I wouldn’t have come all this way with you.”

Lucien remained silent, still processing the chaotic scene.

“Alright,” Emma replied, her voice steady.

As they left, Emma closed the bedroom door behind her, only to feel a warm presence pressing against her back.

“Emy, I can sense the weight of your heart. Were you frightened by today’s events?” Silas’ gentle voice was a soothing balm in her ear.

Emma turned to face him, her heart swelling with relief. He looked just as he had in her dream the previous night, but now there was a softness in his gaze that made her feel safe.

“Silas… you’re healed?” she asked, her voice tinged with hope.

Silas nodded, a faint smile gracing his lips. “Thanks to the blood you provided, I recovered quickly. But I’ve only just stabilized. I can’t maintain this form for long. Emy, from now on, you mustn’t feed me blood again.”

Emma nodded, her agreement immediate and fervent. “I understand.”

Silas had warned her, but she had ignored it, perhaps too willingly.

“You know everything that transpired?” she inquired, curiosity piquing her interest.

Silas nodded again. “As plant-based Etherians, we have a unique ability to communicate with vegetation. Wherever there are plants, we can perceive the happenings around them.”