Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 936

Chapter–936 Vying for Affection

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Alaric snatched the medicine bottle back and stormed off in a hurry, leaving Marcus alone on the couch, grinding his teeth in

frustration.

“That sneaky fox. Just as I thought, you can’t trust a fox spirit as far as you can throw one!”

Marcus muttered the insult under his breath, glancing down at his own chest, solid and firm as carved stone. He tugged at his shirt, and a wave of discouragement washed over him as he realized his coarse wolf fur just didn’t have that same seductive pull a fox spirit’s charm carried.

What was he supposed to do now?

He couldn’t play the seduction game, but he still needed to find some way to make his huntress happy.

Only then would she ever consider forgiving him.

And making her happy meant figuring out exactly what she loved.

The things his huntress loved…

Marcus lay sprawled across the couch, looking half dead, his gaze drifting down toward his own wrist. He pressed his lips together in quiet thought.

Meanwhile, Alaric had already made his way back to his own room.

As a member of the Emberfox bloodline, Alaric held absolute authority when it came to the art of seduction.

He stood in front of the mirror and slowly, deliberately undid the buttons of his shirt, tossing it aside without a second thought.

Then he selected a sheer, silken sleepwear in a shade the color of Sitas, its neckline cut low enough to leave his delicate collarbone teasingly visible. His long silver hair spilled loose and unrestrained over his shoulders, the ends styled with a carefully calculated hint of disarray.

He tilted his chin up slightly, admiring the face staring back at him in the mirror, a face so beautiful it bordered on otherworldly, almost sinful in its perfection.

Drake knew nothing about seduction.

Even his attempt at looking pitiful had come off stiff and clumsy.

Today, Alaric decided, he’d show Emma exactly what real, masterful seduction looked like.

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Upstairs, Emma looked down at Drake, sprawled across her bed, wearing an expression of complete and utter weakness, and gently tucked the blanket around him with tender concern.

In truth, Emma knew perfectly well that Drake’s frailty was nothing but an act. Did that really matter, though?

She remembered exactly how proud and arrogant Drake used to be, how impossibly high he’d once held himself above everyone

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else.

And yet here he was now that same untouchable, dominant creature, willingly stripping away every sharp edge of his pride, all just to earn her forgiveness.

He bowed his noble head clumsily, mimicking every soft, pitiful gesture he’d clearly studied from those manipulative playboy types, just to appear delicate and vulnerable in front of her.

A powerful, dominant man, bowing his head for love.

Offering up his dignity and pride with both hands, that was the deadliest, most irresistible poison of all.

This wasn’t calculation. This was blatant, undeniable favoritism, worn openly on his sleeve.

Something inside Emma’s chest screamed with delight.

So what if he was faking it?

She was hopelessly weak for this. She loved watching Drake play this game.

“Be good and behave. You’re staying right here in my room to rest today. You’re not going anywhere until you’re properly healed, understand?”

Drake stared at Emma, and a flicker of pure delight sparked deep in his dark eyes, gone too fast for anyone to catch.

He answered in a low, perfectly obedient voice. “Of course. Whatever you say, Emma.”

Watching Drake’s performance, Edric rolled his eyes hard enough to strain something, careful to keep the gesture hidden from

Emma’s view.

He never could have imagined Drake capable of pulling off a performance like this.

It was like watching someone possessed by some foul, manipulative spirit.

Honestly, it was almost too painful to witness.

Edric couldn’t stand to watch any longer.

He turned to Emma and said, “Emma, Drake’s lost a fair amount of blood, and he’s clearly weak right now. He must be starving.

“Let me go whip something up for him in the kitchen.”

Edric grabbed the first excuse he could think of and turned to leave, but the moment he pulled the door open, his entire body froze in place.

Standing right outside the door was Alaric, caught mid motion with one hand raised, just about to knock.

Their eyes met in a sudden, startled collision.

Edric’s gaze landed on Alaric, and his pupils contracted sharply in shock.

Alaric, who normally wrapped himself in flowing white robes like some otherworldly immortal, now stood there wearing nothing but a sheer, silken sleepwear the color of Silas.

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The neckline dipped dangerously low, exposing his delicate collarbone and a broad expanse of pale, smooth chest, and in the dim, flickering light of the hallway, those teasing glimpses of skin were nothing short of hypnotic.

Worse still, his silver hair fell in a deliberate, artful mess, and the corners of his eyes carried a convincing flush of red, radiating an intoxicating blend of allure and fragile vulnerability.

Edric sucked in a sharp breath, his expression a tangled mess of complicated emotion.

“Alaric… did you go take lessons from Silas or something?”

Did he just have to be this scandalous?

Alaric raised an eyebrow. “Take lessons from him? For what, exactly?”

He was a fox spirit, born and bred for exactly this kind of thing. Why would he ever need lessons from Silas?

Alaric stepped inside, glancing first at Drake lying in the bed, before turning his full attention toward Emma.

“Emma…” Alaric called out softly, his voice low and rough, the ending syllable curling upward like a tiny hook, sinking straight into the depths of Emma’s heart.

Those captivating eyes of his brimmed with a glossy, shimmering sheen, managing to look both seductive and faintly wounded all

at once.

Emma stared at Alaric and sucked in a sharp breath of her own, feeling a rush of heat surge straight to her head.

First a dragon showing up pretending to be pitiful, and now a fox spirit turning up the seduction.

Life around here just kept getting more overwhelming by the day/

“Alaric, what exactly are you…”

Alaric leaned down, closing the distance toward Emma, his long silver hair sliding forward and brushing softly against the side of her neck, leaving behind a ticklish, electric shiver.

A cool, faintly sweet fragrance drifted off his skin, wrapping around her senses.

As he leaned in, that loosely draped silken sleepwear slipped even further open at the shoulders, revealing his pale, toned chest almost entirely, leaving nothing to Emma’s imagination.

“I heard Drake got hurt, and I wanted to come see if there was anything I could do to help.”

As he spoke, he took another effortless step closer, crowding into her space, his lashes lowered and a faint blush coloring the corners of his eyes, looking utterly, heartbreakingly pitiful.