Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 115

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 115: Loyalty and Power**

“Well, it seems Mr. Smith is on the lookout for a few good men to bolster his standing,” Jimmy remarked casually, his tone deceptively light.

The air was thick with tension in the dimly lit room, where time seemed to have no power over the centuries-old therians gathered. Each one was a keeper of secrets, their eyes glinting with the weight of history and unspoken truths.

Jimmy, with a keen sense of the dynamics at play, could easily read Thero’s thoughts. It was as if they were engaged in a silent duel, each man vying for the upper hand.

“Ms. Emma Tibarn,” he continued, his voice smooth but laced with urgency, “if you’re genuinely in search of allies and supporters, I strongly suggest you consider the males from the Ravaryns. They are not just handsome—broad shoulders, long legs, and striking features—but they also possess remarkable strength. More importantly, they know how to treat women with the respect and care they deserve. Choose them, and I assure you, you will not regret it.”

Thero’s expression darkened, a storm brewing behind his eyes. “You old fool,” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. “You accuse me of seeking males for Mr. Smith’s benefit, yet aren’t you merely playing into Mr. Draemont’s hands?”

It was a classic case of self-interest cloaked in noble intentions; both men were merely defending their own heirs, each unwilling to acknowledge the other’s motives as anything but selfish.

Jimmy scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “Corvin is nothing like Mr. Smith. When Ms. Emma Tibarn was in peril, Corvin stood steadfast by her side, sharing in her dangers and celebrating her victories. And where was Mr. Smith during all that?”

The room fell silent, the weight of Jimmy’s words hanging in the air like a thick fog.

As the two continued their verbal sparring, Corvin turned to Emma, gently squeezing her hand. “Ms. Tibarn,” he murmured softly, “don’t pay any mind to their bickering. They have no genuine intentions for you.”

“Edric, Silas, and I will always be here to protect you,” he assured her, his voice steady and resolute. “You won’t need to worry about your safety any longer. Once we return, I’ll dedicate my efforts to constructing mechs and warships that will fortify the Interstellar Hunter Alliance. You’ll never have to face danger again.”

A surge of frustration coursed through Corvin as he contemplated the implications of Thero and Jimmy’s suggestions. With only Edric and Silas by his side, he was already grappling with the competition. If more males were added to the mix, would there even be a place for him beside Emma?

Emma met Corvin’s gaze, her expression serious and unwavering. “I have all of you—that’s more than enough for me,” she said, her voice firm.

Drake? To her, he had become little more than a flashy mascot, delivering star coins with all the pomp of a jester.

In truth, she hardly even glanced at the glittering coins he sent her way.

If it hadn’t been for the black crystal he had given her to save her life—and if she weren’t still relying on the wisdom of his clan’s Second Elder—she would have severed ties with him long ago.

His presence loomed over her like a dark cloud, overwhelming and oppressive.

Perhaps after this meeting, she would return the black crystal, offering him one last token of goodwill before cutting their connection for good. After all, their match had been dissolved.

As the Gravicar sped through the city, weaving deftly between the towering skyscrapers, Edric, who was piloting, broke the silence.

“I see,” Emma replied, nodding thoughtfully. Another lesson learned, another layer of understanding added.

As the Gravicar approached the airspace of the Violet Obsidian Clan, a small ship suddenly darted in front of them, blocking their path.

“Who are you? What’s your business here?” came a voice over the intercom, sharp and demanding.

Emma turned her attention back to Jimmy and Thero, a determined look in her eyes. “This is where you two come into play.”

“Ms. Emma Tibarn, just watch and learn,” Thero declared, standing up and cracking his knuckles with a menacing grin. “It’s time to show these little worms what true power looks like.”

Forget about polite greetings or holding back their strengths. If they were here for revenge and possessed the might to crush their enemies, then a direct and brutal approach was the only way to go.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Thero leaped from the Gravicar, his body transforming into a massive black Drakonid.

A thunderous roar erupted, shaking the very ground of the Violet Obsidian Clan’s territory. The small ship before them was sent flying aside, tossed by the sheer force of his tail.

Jimmy followed suit, morphing into a blue Ravaryn. With a fierce swipe of his claws, he unleashed a storm of ice spikes that fell like freezing rain, ready to assert their dominance.