Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 148: Episode : Weeping Basilisk.

"Out of the way!" Kaelen roared, shoving past the panicked Tiger.

The Wolf King didn’t waste time with questions.

He threw the door open and unleashed a howl that echoed through the entire valley, a specific, undulating call that summoned the Pack Mothers.

Within minutes, Mara burst through the door, carrying a basket of clean linens and sterilized shears.

Behind her came Sera, moving with swift grace, holding jars of soothing balms. Bringing up the rear was Elder Vesta, the oldest female of the Wolf Pack, hobbling on her cane but moving with determination.

"Clear the room!" Elder Vesta barked, pointing her cane at the powerful Kings. "Out! All of you who are not needed!"

"But I bought the crib!" Torian protested.

"Out!" Vesta snapped. "Take the Fox with you. He smells of perfume; it will irritate the child."

Ren, for once, didn’t have a witty comeback. He looked at Roxy, who was gripping the armrest of the daybed, pale and breathing hard. He bowed deeply and retreated, dragging a reluctant Torian with him.

"Kaelen," Roxy gasped. "Help me to the bed."

Kaelen lifted her effortlessly, carrying her into the master bedroom. He laid her down, kissed her sweaty forehead, and then looked at her with wide, terrified eyes.

"Do you need me?" Kaelen asked. "I can bite the pain away."

"No," Roxy shook her head, clutching her belly. "I will be fine."

She looked past him.

"Zarek. Syris. Get in here."

Kaelen nodded, swallowing his disappointment, and stepped back to guard the door.

Zarek and Syris entered. The Dragon King immediately climbed onto the bed behind her, positioning himself against the headboard. He spread his legs, allowing Roxy to lean back against his broad, furnace-hot chest.

Syris, however, looked like he was about to faint. The Basilisk King was pale as a sheet, his hands trembling as he approached the bedside.

"I... I do not know what to do," Syris stammered, his neon eyes darting around.

"Just hold my hand, Sy," Roxy commanded, reaching out. "And don’t pass out. If you faint, I will bite you."

Syris gripped her hand. His skin was cool, a stark contrast to Zarek’s heat. It was exactly what she needed, a balance of temperature to regulate her spiraling senses.

Mara and Sera took their positions at the foot of the bed, draping a modesty sheet over Roxy’s knees, though in the Beast World, modesty was a secondary concern to survival.

"Ready, Luna," Mara said calmly. "The head is low. This will be fast."

Roxy braced herself. Even squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the torture.

But it didn’t come.

Instead of the bone-breaking pressure she expected, she felt a slick, fluid sensation. It was intense, like a muscle cramp that wouldn’t let go, but it wasn’t the jagged pain of her past labors.

"Is she okay?" Zarek rumbled against her ear, his arms tightening around her chest protectively. "She is not screaming. Why is she not screaming?"

"I’m okay," Roxy panted, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "It’s... weird. It doesn’t hurt as much. It just feels... heavy." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Basilisk offspring are born soft," Syris whispered, his voice shaking. "They are designed to slide through the narrow tunnels of the nest. It... it should be easier."

"One big push, Luna!" Elder Vesta encouraged.

Roxy gripped Syris’s hand so hard her knuckles turned white. She felt the contraction peak. She bore down, gritting her teeth, letting out a low, guttural groan.

Zarek pushed forward with her, rubbing circles on her back, giving her strength. Syris squeezed her hand.

It was over in seconds.

There was no hour-long struggle. No exhaustion that left her comatose. One moment she was pushing, and the next, there was a sudden release of pressure.

"She is out!" Mara announced triumphantly.

The room went silent.

Usually, this was the moment for a wail. A cry of life.

But there was silence.

Roxy’s heart stopped. She tried to sit up, panic flaring in her chest. "Why is she quiet? Mara? Is she breathing?"

"She is perfect," Sera whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Mara worked quickly, wrapping the infant in a soft, white silk cloth, one of Ren’s gifts. She wiped the newborn’s face and brought the bundle to Roxy.

"Basilisks are silent hunters, Luna," Mara smiled gently, placing the child in Roxy’s arms. "She does not need to scream to announce her presence.."

Roxy looked down.

The baby was tiny, much smaller than the wolf pups had been. She was wrapped tight in the silk, only her face visible.

She was breathtaking.

She had pale, porcelain skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. But what made Roxy gasp were the scales. They were tiny, iridescent white scales scattered across her cheeks, her forehead, and her shoulders like dust.

Her eyes were closed, her long, dark lashes resting against her cheeks. She wasn’t crying. She was simply breathing, deep and steady, radiating a calm, cool aura.

"A daughter," Roxy whispered, touching the baby’s cheek. The skin was cool to the touch, like Syris’s.

[System Notification: Birth Successful.]

[Name Required.]

"Tanith," Roxy said softly.

[Name Accepted: Tanith, Princess of the Snake Tribe.]

[Species Analysis: High Basilisk Hybrid.]

[Trait: The White Scale.]

[Note: The child is currently in ’Dormant Mode’. At age 18, the Biological Lock will disengage, allowing her to shift into Full Basilisk or Hybrid Form at will. Until then, she will appear Humanoid with cosmetic traits.]

"Tanith," Roxy repeated, tracing the glittering scales on the baby’s temple. "My little glitter bomb."

She looked up. "Syris?"

The Basilisk King was standing by the bed, frozen. He was staring at the bundle in Roxy’s arms with an expression of absolute devastation.

That’s not the worst part. This terrifying snake, which used to be snug and cunning before, was standing before Roxy, crying.

He was weeping.

Tears were streaming down his pale face, dripping off his chin. He wasn’t making a sound, but his entire body was shaking. He looked like he had been broken open and put back together wrong.

"She..." Syris choked out, his voice cracking. "She is beautiful."

"She’s perfect, Sy," Roxy smiled, tears pricking her own eyes at the sight of him. He was like a big baby.

She silently noted as he tugged at her heartstrings. Her body was strained but not like her previous child birth.

Zarek, usually possessive, gently nudged Syris forward. "Go to her, Snake. Look at what you made."

Syris took a trembling step forward. He looked at his hands, hands that knew how to kill, and then at the fragile life in the silk. He pulled them back, afraid.

Roxy looked into his neon, tear-filled eyes.

"Do you want to hold her?"