Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 84

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 84**

“These trinkets are nothing but mere baubles. They hardly suit a noble lady of your stature, Ms. Evie Graham. What I have prepared for you is something far more exquisite.”

As he spoke, Damian reached into his storage band and retrieved six vials, each one elegantly crafted and beautifully packaged. The opulence of their design was unmistakable, hinting at the immense value contained within.

“What are these?” Evie inquired, her curiosity igniting like a spark in her eyes.

Though the intricate labels were indecipherable to her, the luxurious casing alone conveyed all she needed to know—only the rarest and most costly materials could have been used to create such packaging. If the exterior was this lavish, the contents must be nothing short of extraordinary.

Damian explained, his voice smooth and measured, “These are high-tier serums, meticulously extracted from Rank 9 beast cores by Nexus Prime Tech. When consumed, they have the potential to elevate a therian’s rank in a mere three days—without any side effects whatsoever.”

Evie’s heart sank as she remembered the grim news she had heard since her arrival on Central Planet: several of her mates had tragically passed away. The thought of it weighed heavily on her, but she had been too preoccupied with entertaining new high-tier suitors to allow herself the luxury of mourning.

The remaining mates, however, were gripped by a quiet dread. One by one, their brothers had succumbed to mysterious fates, leaving them in a state of fear, desperately hoping to grow stronger and praying they wouldn’t be next.

So, when Damian mentioned the serums, their fear swiftly transformed into a flicker of hope.

“Can these truly elevate our rank?” one of Evie’s mates asked, his voice trembling with barely contained eagerness.

Damian nodded, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. “Ms. Evie Graham is under the Empire’s direct protection. If I were to deceive her, I would be signing my own death warrant.”

Evie found his reasoning compelling. A man of his caliber wouldn’t dare to lie to someone of her importance. She accepted the vials, distributing them among herself and her mates.

“I trust you, Mr. Voss,” she declared, lifting her vial triumphantly before uncorking it and swallowing the contents in a single, decisive gulp.

The serum was precisely what she had been yearning for. If she could elevate her rank swiftly, she would have irrefutable proof of her strength to present to the Empire’s elite. The timing of this gift could not have been more fortuitous.

Her mates, witnessing her boldness, followed suit with eager anticipation.

Damian observed each of them as they consumed the serum, one after another, until their bodies went limp and they collapsed before him. The smile that had adorned his face faded, replaced by a cold, calculating sneer as he silently counted the seconds until they would awaken.

Five minutes later, Evie jolted awake, her vision swirling as she focused on Damian, who sat across from her with an unsettling calmness. Her mates stirred as well, their expressions mirroring her confusion.

“What… what happened to us?” she asked, rubbing her temples in an attempt to clear the fog from her mind.

Damian’s tone remained composed, almost soothing. “Ms. Graham, you and your companions just experienced a brief test of one of our company’s latest innovations—a formula designed to induce sleep and alleviate mental turbulence. You’ve simply had a momentary rest.”

An agent that calms mental turbulence? Evie frowned, her gaze darting skeptically towards her mates.

Yet, they nodded in unison. “Ms. Graham, our mental power does feel more stable now,” one of them remarked, relief evident in his voice.

Of course it did. Damian allowed a faint smile to grace his lips. He had indeed included a mild sedative to ease their mental strain—just enough to lend credibility to his story.

“These serums come at a total of 100 million star coins,” he stated nonchalantly. “How would you prefer to settle the payment?”

“You… you’re charging me?!” Evie exclaimed, her disbelief palpable.

“Is there an issue?” Damian’s voice remained soft yet firm. “You’ve just consumed Nexus Prime Tech’s latest high-tier product. Out of respect for your status, I’ve already granted you a 50% discount, Ms. Graham.”

Evie was left momentarily speechless, her mind racing to comprehend the situation.

The Suncrest lineage had never been renowned for its intelligence, but their obsession with mimicking the Enchanter Clan’s endless scheming and infighting had only made them worse. Whatever little wit they possessed was squandered on family quarrels.

With a sharp crack, Edric’s dark purple tail struck the ground, creating a deep crater six feet wide. He coiled it around Kael’s limp body and tossed him into the pit.

Yet, he wasn’t entirely merciless. He left Kael’s head exposed above the surface, ensuring that when Adam awoke, he would see his master and dig him out himself.

This poison was not the same as the one he had administered to Damian. The latter had only erased memories of the Divine Flame, whereas Kael’s would obliterate all recollection of Emma.

Once everything was set in motion, Edric departed without a moment’s hesitation.

It had been days now. I wonder if the messages I sent to Frostveil and beyond have reached their destination.

As the sky dimmed, he rubbed his brow in exhaustion, found a quiet spot, and injected himself with a restorative serum. Within moments, the red veins in his eyes receded, and his pallor became less pronounced.

When he was certain no trace of fatigue remained on his visage, he finally dared to call Emma through her lightcore. He couldn’t allow her to see him looking worn; it would only cause her unnecessary worry.

Emma had just stepped out of the training room when Edric’s holographic call came through. The moment she saw his name, her calm demeanor brightened with joy. She answered without hesitation, and his familiar figure appeared before her.

“Emma, did you have a good day? Did you eat? Have you rested properly? What about the fruits and vegetables I sent—did you enjoy them?”

The rapid-fire questions didn’t irritate her; rather, they brought a smile to her face. It felt wonderful to be thought of, to know someone cared.

“I had a wonderful day,” she replied warmly. “I ate well, and I got plenty of rest. I absolutely loved the fruits and vegetables you sent. I even made some jam and dried fruit. I stored them away, so when you come back, we’ll enjoy them together.”