Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 375

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 375: Lily’s Resolve**

As Lily trailed behind Dahlia, her heart raced with anticipation as they approached Z-829.

The moment they arrived, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine. The sight before her was overwhelming; Lucien stood on the battlefield, radiating strength and an undeniable aura of invincibility. He was a force of nature, a warrior sculpted by the fires of combat. Her heart fluttered, and she found herself frozen, caught in a whirlwind of emotions that refused to settle.

“It has been years since I last saw him,” she thought, her mind racing. “He’s even more powerful and handsome than I ever imagined.”

In a surge of excitement, she clutched Dahlia’s arm, her voice barely containing her eagerness. “Dahlia, when can I go to Lucien?” Her words poured out in a rush, fueled by the longing she had harbored for so long.

She had traversed countless obstacles, leaving the comfort of Central Planet, all for this moment—to be near Lucien.

Dahlia turned to her, a gentle smile gracing her features, though it held a hint of caution. “If you truly wish to see him, you will have your chance very soon.”

“But you can’t just walk up to Lucien like this,” Dahlia continued, her tone turning serious. “You’re only a Rank 5 female. If you suddenly appear on Z-829 and somehow manage to find Lucien’s warship, people will suspect you’re here for him. They’ll think you’re trying to get close to him.”

Lily’s brow furrowed in frustration. “Then what am I supposed to do?” Her voice was laced with desperation.

Dahlia’s expression shifted, revealing a hint of concern. “It’s not as complicated as it seems. You just have to endure a little hardship.”

Endure? The word echoed in Lily’s mind, and she felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her.

She looked at Dahlia, a hint of disbelief creeping into her thoughts. “Is there truly no way that doesn’t involve suffering?”

Dahlia’s silence spoke volumes. She regarded Lily with a mix of disbelief and exasperation, her eyes widening slightly. She hadn’t anticipated Lily to be so unwilling to confront even the slightest challenge.

“Do you still want Lucien to be your mate?” Dahlia asked, her voice softening.

“Yes! Of course I do!” Lily replied, her response immediate, as if the answer was as vital as the air she breathed.

Her dreams were filled with visions of Lucien—his fierce gaze and unwavering resolve.

“For Lucien, can you not endure a little suffering?” Dahlia pressed, her tone tinged with frustration.

Lily felt a pang of realization. No wonder Lucien found her lacking.

“I…” she hesitated, recalling the image of Lucien commanding the battlefield, his presence igniting a fire within her. After a moment of contemplation, she finally spoke, her voice steadier than before. “I am willing.”

Yet, as her resolve solidified, she couldn’t shake her fears. “But… can you promise not to make me suffer too much? I’m scared.”

Dahlia nodded, her smile warm and reassuring. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything truly happen to you.”

Without hesitation, she dragged the limp form of Lily aboard the Chitinid warship.

As they entered, Aaron, a Chitinid officer, spotted her return and his face lit up with excitement. He rallied the other Chitinid to greet her. “Welcome back, Your Majesty!”

Dahlia cast a cold glare at the assembled Chitinid, her authority palpable. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the unconscious Lily toward Aaron. “Lucien has already arrived on Z-829. Follow the plan to the letter.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Aaron replied, his voice steady as he signaled for the others to take Lily away.

Meanwhile, back on Z-829, the battlefield was nearing completion.

Lucien stood in the command cabin of his warship, his gaze fixed on the therian soldiers diligently clearing the remnants of battle below.

In just an hour, the cleanup would conclude, and they would set course for home.

Suddenly, a bowl of noodles landed with a loud thud in front of him.

Marcus plopped down in the chair beside him, looking utterly spent. “I heard from your crew that you haven’t eaten in over a day. Ms. Tibarn packed this for you before I left. I just cooked it. You need to eat.”

He wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of preparing a meal if he hadn’t promised Emma that he would ensure Lucien’s safe return. The effort had pulled him from the depths of sleep, but he knew it was worth it.