Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 258

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 258: The Beast God Mountain**

As Emma meticulously folded the last of her belongings, the door creaked open, revealing Marcus. He stepped inside, his expression weary, a testament to the relentless pursuit he had just endured.

“You came back alone? Where’s Malrik?” Emma’s brow furrowed deeply, a blend of confusion and concern washing over her. The absence of Malrik was unsettling.

With a heavy sigh, Marcus ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice. “He was too fast. I couldn’t catch him.”

Emma’s mind raced. How could an enchanter move with such incredible speed? It was baffling.

He took a step closer to her, his tone shifting to one of apology. “I’m really sorry, Ms. Tibarn. I wasn’t able to bring him back.”

Emma shook her head, dismissing his guilt. It wasn’t as though he had intended to fail.

“It’s alright,” she replied, her voice steady. “I’ll just ping him on the lightcore and ask him to return.”

With a determined flick of her wrist, she activated her lightcore, her fingers dancing across the interface as she sent a message to Malrik.

Emma typed: ‘Malrik, I’m not sick. You don’t need to find medicine for me. Come back now.’

There were so many questions swirling in her mind, things she needed to clarify with him.

Meanwhile, Malrik, who was racing toward the looming silhouette of Beast God Mountain, felt a sudden warmth flood through him as he read Emma’s message.

She must have sent this to prevent him from taking unnecessary risks. It was her way of looking out for him, and that thought filled him with a sense of fondness.

He quickly replied: ‘Ms. Tibarn, don’t worry about me. I’ll definitely bring back something that can cure you.’

Emma’s heart sank.

Oh no. I tricked him earlier, and now he’s going to think I’m really unwell.

Without hesitation, she initiated a video call. If he couldn’t trust her words in a text, perhaps seeing her face would convince him otherwise.

The connection established almost immediately, and Emma’s visage appeared, her cheeks flushed as if she had just stepped out into the brisk air.

“Malrik,” she began, her voice earnest, “I said I was sick earlier just to get you to reveal your true identity. I lied. Come back. I’m fine. I don’t need you hunting down medicine for me.”

Malrik’s gaze was glued to her projection, his eyes wide and trembling with uncertainty.

“Ms. Tibarn, as if I wouldn’t know whether you’re sick or not,” he replied, a mix of concern and admiration lacing his words.

He had noticed her sleeping patterns, the way she had seemed more fatigued than usual. He had even checked on her without her knowledge, ensuring she was alright. Those signs couldn’t be fabricated.

Yet, he believed she was lying to keep him from danger, and a swell of gratitude ignited in his chest.

As the night deepened, Emma, exhausted from the day’s events, politely declined the company of Marcus and Corvin. She needed solitude, and after a refreshing shower, she made her way to the training room.

There, she absorbed more than ten Rank 7 beast cores, feeling a rush of exhilaration as her abilities surged closer to a breakthrough.

This time, she wouldn’t need to hunt beasts; the sheer volume of cores she had absorbed would be enough to propel her forward.

Apparently, pregnancy had its perks.

A thrill coursed through Emma as she contemplated reaching Rank 7 that very night. She resolved to absorb a few more cores—perhaps she could achieve her goal sooner than expected.

With renewed determination, she set to work, drawing energy from several additional Rank 7 beast cores, feeling the power envelop her.

Outside, Corvin, Edric, and Marcus waited anxiously by the door, their minds racing with concern as Emma had yet to emerge.

“Emma mentioned she was going to absorb beast cores. Why hasn’t she come out yet? Nothing’s wrong, is it?” Corvin’s worry was evident on his face.

They had originally intended to discuss who would keep her company during the night, but the delay left them uneasy.

Edric pressed his lips together, his brow furrowing. “If Emma were in trouble, she’d find a way to signal us. No news probably just means she hasn’t fully absorbed the cores. Let’s wait.”

Marcus remained silent, standing calmly at the door, his gaze fixed on the threshold as he listened for any sign of Emma’s return.