Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 22

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

**Chapter 22: The Panicked Serpent**

The digital chatter buzzed around him, a cacophony of anxious energy and unspoken tension.

‘Match No. 1 (Damian): How long do you think you can go without checking in with our female? Care to give an explanation?’

The air was thick with silence…

A minute passed, then another, stretching into an eternity. Not a single soul among them dared to break the quiet.

Damian found himself momentarily at a loss for words, grappling with the unexpected stillness.

Emma had foreseen this reaction, so she remained unfazed, her mind already racing ahead.

With a gentle, reassuring pat on his shoulder, she offered, “They’re probably caught up in their own affairs. I’ll go check on Drake for now—you should take a moment to breathe.”

With that, she turned her focus away from the group, her footsteps light as she made her way to find Drake.

Damian, however, remained fixated on the glowing chat window pulsating on his wrist console, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

What is wrong with these beasts? he pondered, irritation gnawing at him.

Not one of them has reached out to the lady—are they completely out of their minds?

Just as he was about to switch off the device in annoyance, a flurry of new messages illuminated the screen, catching him off guard.

‘Match No. 2 (Edric): My sincerest apologies, my lady. I was stranded on Duskora, far beyond the system, with no signal. That’s why I couldn’t reach out sooner.’

‘Match No. 2 (Edric): The moment I got wind of the situation, I rushed back as fast as I could.’

Finally! A smile broke through Damian’s frown as he absorbed the words.

His lips curved upward, and he quickly typed a private message in response, eager to connect.

Though they couldn’t form friendships in the traditional sense, the group system allowed for direct communication among its members.

Damian: Buddy, what on earth were you doing on Duskora? Do you have any idea how furious our lady has been with your silence?

Edric had just landed on S-1233. The instant his lightcore detected a signal, he opened it, only to discover that the lady had initiated a group chat in his absence.

He hurriedly typed out an explanation after glancing at the accusations levied by Match No. 1.

However, a simple message didn’t suffice for Edric. He yearned to initiate a holo-monitor, to convey his thoughts face-to-face, to truly express his remorse.

Before he could navigate to Emma’s private channel, though, a direct message from Damian flashed on his screen. Edric paused, his heart racing as he read the words, then cautiously crafted a reply.

12:18 Tue, Nov 4 M G

**Chapter 22: The Panicked Serpent**

Edric: Is our lady truly that angry with me?

No sooner had he made the decision than he acted on it. He retracted his serpent’s tail, seeking a quiet corner, and initiated a video call to Emma.

However, she was currently in Drake’s quarters, engaged in the delicate task of soothing him.

During this calming session, interruptions were not an option—her lightcore was switched off, and Edric’s call went unanswered.

This time, Emma managed to maintain the session for a full ten minutes—double her previous record.

Drake reclined against the bed, one hand lazily draped across his forehead, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he allowed his dragon’s tail to stretch freely.

The black tail shimmered under the soft lights, its scales reflecting a spectrum of iridescent hues. The fin at the tail’s end curled around Emma’s waist, its scales brushing against her clothing with a gentle caress.

He thought, The female’s waist is so slender and delicate!

He couldn’t shake the worry that if he squeezed just a bit too hard, he might inadvertently hurt her.

Yet Emma remained unfazed. Before arriving in this world, she had owned a corn snake as a pet—one that had also enjoyed curling snugly around her waist.

Even after the draining session, she felt far less weak and shaky than she had expected. Calmly, she pried his tail away from her, feeling the firm, heavy weight of a dragon’s tail compared to a serpent’s.

“That will conclude today’s session. I need to return to my rest now,” she announced, standing up and turning to leave without a moment’s hesitation.

“Wait.” Drake’s voice rang out, halting her in her tracks.

Confused, Emma glanced back at him, curiosity dancing in her eyes.