Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 387

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live**
**by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 387: Calum’s Complete Lack of Self-Awareness**

A subtle tingling crept along the back of Silas’s neck, a sensation that made him acutely aware of the tension in the air. He deliberately avoided Calum’s piercing gaze, redirecting his focus to Emma. “Emy,” he suggested gently, “why don’t you head back to your room and take some time to rest? I’ll take care of finding a suitable room for the Marshal.”

Silas could only imagine the immense pressure weighing on her shoulders. She had so much on her plate, and the last thing she needed was to be caught in the crossfire of Calum’s imposing presence.

He thought to himself, *It baffles me why the Beast God made such a peculiar pairing. Why would a level twelve therian like Calum be matched with someone like Emy?*

“Mm, thank you,” Emma replied, her voice soft yet resolute as she nodded her head in agreement.

As she turned to leave, Silas noted the way she carried herself, a mix of determination and trepidation, especially when she encountered Calum. She still had pressing matters to discuss regarding Dahlia with Lucien and Marcus, so she made her way back to her room, her footsteps echoing softly in the corridor.

Calum’s sharp eyes followed her as she ascended the stairs to the third floor, a flicker of curiosity crossing his features.

He then addressed Silas, his tone casual yet commanding, “Are there any rooms available on the second floor?”

Silas responded promptly, “There’s a small one at the very end. Would you like to see it, Marshal?”

“Show me,” Calum replied, his voice steady.

He added with a hint of authority, “Since we’re both paired with Ms. Tibarn, you can drop the formalities and just call me Calum when we’re at home.”

As if Silas would ever dare to do that.

This was Calum—the legendary warrior who had charged fearlessly into the Chitinid nest and emerged unscathed at the tender age of twenty. Following the death of the previous Marshal, he had taken command of the battlefield with an iron grip, turning the tide of war by exterminating millions of Chitinid and saving countless lives. He was a living legend, a figure of awe and respect.

What could possibly drive Calum to venture into the treacherous terrain of Beast God Mountain?

Why did every therian in the Empire instinctively step aside when they caught sight of him?

It was all due to his unparalleled strength, a force to be reckoned with.

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Silas led Calum to the last room on the second floor. The space was undeniably small, but with the right enhancements, it could be made comfortable enough.

Calum had never been one to fuss over sleeping arrangements. During his time on Beast God Mountain, he had slept behind the Beast God without a single complaint, accepting whatever conditions were thrown his way.

“I’ll take this one,” he declared, a note of finality in his voice.

Silas nodded, eager to accommodate. “I’ll have someone come in to make improvements right away. What style do you prefer, Marshal?”

Calum paused, contemplating for a moment before replying, “Just replicate Ms. Tibarn’s room exactly.”

Silas was momentarily taken aback, his mind racing. *Is he serious?*

“Calum,” he began cautiously, “let me ask you something…” He lowered his voice, leaning in slightly. “Ms. Tibarn seemed quite frightened of me a moment ago, didn’t she? Am I really that intimidating?”

Silas found himself at a loss for words. *How in the world am I supposed to respond to that?*

At that moment, all he wanted was to delve deeper into Emma’s life.

“Other than Lucien, who else has been paired with her?” he pressed on, his interest unwavering.

Silas replied, “Individuals you’re familiar with, Marshal—Corvin from the Ravaryn, Edric from the Interstellar Hunter Alliance, and the last one is Marcus.”

Calum’s demeanor shifted instantly at the mention of Marcus. “Marcus?” His voice turned cold, a chill settling in the room.

“Are you referring to that Marcus from the Frostveil Wolf Clan?” he inquired, his tone laced with barely concealed tension.

“Exactly,” Silas affirmed, noting the sudden change in Calum’s expression, a look of confusion mixed with something darker. *What’s going on? Why does Calum react so strongly to Marcus’s name?*

Lowering his voice, Silas asked, “Marshal… do you know Marcus?”

“I know him well enough,” Calum replied through gritted teeth, the word ‘know’ feeling far too mild for the animosity simmering beneath the surface.

*I once clashed with Marcus. I technically won, but it was far from easy—and I’m still dealing with the fallout.*

“That old fool Beast God actually paired a walking disaster like him with Ms. Tibarn,” he muttered, his frustration palpable.

Calum’s thoughts spiraled, *And he did it even before I could. It’s enough to make my blood boil with rage.*

Silas stroked his chin thoughtfully, piecing together the fragments of this intricate puzzle. *Yeah… there definitely seems to be a lot more going on here than meets the eye.*