Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 47

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**
**Chapter 47: The Search for Emma**

The calm and composed Edric was gone, replaced by a tempest of fury that twisted his features into a mask of dark rage. His once gentle demeanor had evaporated, leaving behind a figure consumed by a madness that threatened to engulf everything around him.

He fixed his piercing black-violet gaze on Damian, his eyes rimmed with an unsettling crimson hue. “You’re absolutely right. If only my secret arts had been completed sooner, Emma would be safe right now,” he spat, his voice laced with frustration.

Damian, taken aback by the intensity of Edric’s emotions, hadn’t intended to push him to this breaking point. He understood all too well the depths of Edric’s worry for Emma, a worry that now seemed to morph into something darker.

“Edric, you need to stop blaming yourself for this. I know how much you care for Ms. Tibarn; no one wants to save her more than you do,” Damian said, trying to inject a sense of calm into the storm swirling around them.

“Our beast marks are still intact, which means Ms. Tibarn is safe for now,” he continued, attempting to reassure his friend. “This forest isn’t vast; I’ve already dispatched my people. With their help and your Interstellar Hunter Alliance team, we will locate her soon.”

Though Damian felt the gnawing anxiety in his own chest, he managed to maintain a clearer perspective than Edric. As long as their marks held, Emma was safe—at least for the moment. Yet, the urgency to find her weighed heavily on both of them.

The memory of Emma standing her ground against the formidable Rank 11 Chitinid, her voice ringing out in a fierce command for him and Edric to flee, surged within him. It was a bittersweet mix of heartache and admiration that filled his heart; he had never witnessed a woman so fearlessly risk her life for a man.

Just as Damian finished his sentence, a serpent-like tail, dark and purplish, lashed out unexpectedly, striking him with a force that sent him sprawling to the ground.

“Edric, are you out of your mind?” Damian shouted, his voice a blend of shock and anger as he stared at the frenzied male before him.

In a sudden, violent motion, Edric lunged forward, his grip seizing Damian by the throat. His crimson eyes blazed with a murderous intent that sent a chill down Damian’s spine. “I may have been wrong, but you—keeping your rank and identity hidden while getting close to Emma—you’re no better!” he hissed.

Damian found himself pinned against the rough bark of a tree, struggling to draw breath as Edric’s grip tightened mercilessly. “I’m Ms. Tibarn’s suitor. If you kill me, she will never forgive you when she returns,” he managed to gasp, desperation creeping into his voice.

Edric’s grip constricted even more, and just as Damian felt the edges of consciousness slipping away, Edric released him, disdainfully tossing him to the ground.

“You’d better pray that Emma is safe,” Edric warned, his voice low and dangerous. “If she’s hurt, I swear I won’t let you escape the consequences of this.”

Damian coughed violently, clutching his throat as he tried to regain his breath. He looked up at Edric, his expression a mix of defiance and concern. “If she truly gets hurt, you won’t have to lift a finger. I won’t forgive myself either,” he retorted, the weight of their situation settling heavily upon him.

Meanwhile, Emma maneuvered her Gravicar out of the valley and back into the dense expanse of the forest. The trees loomed thick and foreboding, and the air crackled with unstable energy fields that rendered the Gravicar nearly useless.

With a sigh, she pulled the carsick Coalball out of the vehicle, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Just as she stowed the Gravicar in her band, a shadowy figure emerged from the underbrush, causing her heart to race.

Instantly, every instinct kicked in, and Emma tensed, her senses heightened as she scanned the area for signs of danger.

Lucien, feeling disoriented and dizzy as Emma held him tightly at her waist, was unaware of the looming threat. His abilities were stripped away, leaving him vulnerable and at the mercy of the chaotic surroundings. He had never encountered a female who drove so erratically; it was a stark contrast to the disciplined soldiers under his command, who navigated warships with precision.

She hesitated to take the potion, her mind racing with questions. “What are you doing here? You were so far away earlier that I couldn’t even tell who it was. I thought it was another terrifying Chitinid!”

The fear she had felt moments ago surged back, reminding her of the danger that lurked in the shadows.

Seeing her reluctance, Drake uncapped the potion, gently lifting her chin with his slender fingers. Without waiting for her consent, he poured the liquid down her throat.

Emma was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the intimate gesture.

As she met his gaze, her blazing glare made him avert his eyes, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “The potion will heal your injuries faster. I’m leaving F–268 soon, but before I go, I need you to give me another mental comfort session.”

“So you came all the way here just for that?” Emma rolled her eyes, a mix of exasperation and amusement bubbling within her. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

Had he been straightforward, she would have willingly accepted the healing potion without a second thought.

The potion Drake provided was potent, and within just a few minutes of drinking it, Emma felt her injuries fading away, as if they had never existed.

Drake didn’t elaborate further on his sudden appearance. The truth was, he had rushed here upon hearing reports from his subordinates that Emma had encountered a Rank 11 Chitinid, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to be by her side.