Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 300: Episode 298: Taking her thoughts.

Back in the ironwood manor.

Roxy looked down into her daughter’s wide violet eyes. Roxy reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of dark hair from Iris’s forehead. A soft, genuine smile finally broke through the lingering exhaustion on her face.

"Yes, my sweet girl," Roxy answered, her voice carrying a gentle, unbreakable promise. "Very soon, your daddy fish is going to be here with your little brother."

Iris’s eyes instantly gleamed with bright, unfiltered curiosity. Her little toddler brain was likely trying to imagine a giant, literal fish flopping around the grassy courtyard of the Manor, but the prospect of a new baby brother made her fluffy tail wag excitedly against the wooden chair.

But while Iris was thrilled, the five territorial men sitting around the table were decidedly not.

Torian’s jaw ticked violently, his large hand tightening on the edge of the table until the wood groaned in protest. The White Tiger was obviously not comfortable with this. None of them were.

They had just survived a continent-ending plague, they had just secured their Queen, and Torian had just successfully planted his legacy in her womb.

The absolute last thing any of them wanted was for Roxy to be stressing herself out, furrowing her beautiful brow and ruining her peace of mind over the thought of another male.

Especially that male. The one who had forcefully separated her from them and kept her in the dark.

Zarek caught Torian’s eye across the table. The Dragon’s eyes flashed with a dark, brooding agreement. Ren’s gaze shifted to Kaelen, and Syris offered a slow, microscopic nod to the group.

They didn’t speak a single word aloud, but they agreed on one thing. They had spent months fighting each other for dominance, but tonight, they were completely unified by a single, undeniable truth: their pregnant mate was overwrought, overthinking, and entirely too focused on the ocean.

They needed to completely obliterate her train of thought.

An hour later, Roxy left the dining room, leaving the men to clean up the bowls and put the sleepy pups back to bed. Her entire body felt heavy, her muscles protesting the sudden spike in activity after her nightmare.

Craving a moment of absolute solitude to process her chaotic thoughts about Caspian’s biology, she slipped out the back door of the Manor and made her way to the secluded, steaming hot springs nestled against the cliffside.

The water was divine. Roxy stripped off her clothes and sank into the scalding, mineral-rich pool with a long, shuddering sigh of relief. She spent nearly forty minutes soaking, letting the heat penetrate deep into her lower back. She thoroughly washed her dark, tangled curls, scrubbing the sweat and the lingering stress of the day from her scalp.

By the time she finally pulled herself out of the water, wrapped a thick, fluffy white towel securely around her body, and toweled her damp hair dry, she felt like a completely new woman.

She padded softly back into the Manor, her bare feet entirely silent on the floorboards as she walked up the stairs to the master bedroom. She reached for the heavy iron handle, fully expecting to find a dark, quiet room where she could finally get some sleep.

She pushed the door open.

Roxy froze dead in her tracks in the doorway, her breath catching violently in her throat.

The room was not dark, and it was certainly not empty. The five handsome Kings in the Beastworld were waiting for her, and they had clearly coordinated a visual assault designed to jumble her brain.

They were thirst-trapping her.

Every single one of them had discarded their shirts. Torian was lounging lazily against the heavy wooden bedpost, his chest and thick arms entirely on display, his white hair falling perfectly over his dark, predatory eyes.

Ren was leaning against the wardrobe, his lean, dancer-like physique and vibrant red hair glowing in the dim firelight, offering her a wicked, devastatingly charming smirk. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Kaelen sat on the edge of the mattress, his broad, dependable shoulders and blue eyes tracking her every move with a quiet, lethal hunger. Syris was elegantly coiled near the window, his pale, flawless skin and long green hair making him look like a fallen angel.

And directly in the center of the massive bed sat Zarek. The Dragon’s dark hair was artfully tousled, his eyes burning with a suffocating heat that made Roxy’s knees instantly weak.

Why were they all sitting in my bed looking all painfully hot?

Should I be scared?

Roxy swallowed hard, her green eyes darting between the five half-naked beastmen. "What... what is going on?"

"You look exhausted, Roxann." Ren purred, his voice like liquid as he pushed off the wardrobe and took a slow step toward her. "We simply wanted to offer our services. Let me brush out your beautiful damp hair."

"Your shoulders are tense," Kaelen rumbled, his deep voice vibrating in the room. "Let me massage the ache from your muscles."

They didn’t give her a chance to process what the fuck was happening. The men moved in perfect synchronization.

Zarek reached out with his massive, calloused hands, grabbing Roxy gently by the hips. With a single, effortless pull, he hauled her onto the massive bed. He settled her directly between his thick, muscular thighs, completely caging her in. Roxy fell back, her spine resting perfectly against the solid wall of the Dragon’s chest.

She looked around at the imposing males closing in on the bed, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The air in the room was incredibly thick, charged with an overwhelming, concentrated Alpha lust.

Did they take some kind of aphrodisiac?

"Should I be scared?" Roxy asked breathlessly, her fingers gripping the edge of her towel.

Zarek’s arms wrapped securely around her waist. He let out a low, vibrating chuckle that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight down her spine.

"Just relax and enjoy it," Zarek murmured roughly against her ear.

He didn’t give her another second to think about the Spires. Zarek opened his mouth and sank his teeth directly into the highly sensitive, pulsing sweet spot on the side of her neck.

Roxy gasped, her eyes rolling back with her toes curling as the sharp, biting pleasure flooded her system. Zarek’s large hand came up, cupping the front of her throat. He tipped her head back against his shoulder, capturing her parted lips in a deep, bruising, entirely breathless kiss that completely devoured her protests.

The towel around her body was effortlessly discarded.

Torian stepped up to the left side of the bed. The White Tiger Alpha’s dark eyes fixed on her full, heavy breasts. She was still lactating, her body heavy with milk from nursing Zale and preparing for the new cub.

Torian let out a feral, rumbling growl. He leaned down, his rough hands gripping her waist as he took her left nipple into his hot mouth, sucking with a firm, demanding pressure that made Roxy arch violently off Zarek’s chest.

It hurt but in a tingly way that caused her to press her legs together to tease that ache on her clit.

On her right side, Ren moved in. The Fox Beastman’s hands were incredibly gentle, tracing the soft curve of her ribcage before he claimed her right nipple. He used his teeth and his piercing tongue to match Torian’s rhythm, pulling a high-pitched, desperate whimper from her throat that Zarek swallowed entirely.

But they weren’t finished.

Kaelen and Syris took their places at the edge of the bed, kneeling directly between Roxy’s trembling legs. Syris’s cool, incredibly dexterous fingers and his flicking, precise tongue found her deepest, most sensitive nerves, while Kaelen’s hot, rough mouth and calloused hands provided a blunt, devastating friction that drove her completely over the edge of sanity.

Roxy became a complete, needy mess.

She couldn’t think. She couldn’t form a single coherent thought about the ocean, the Wither-Rot, or the System. Her entire universe was reduced to the assault of the men surrounding her, the rough hands gripping her thighs, the wet, demanding mouths on her breasts, and the intoxicating, bruising kiss of the Dragon holding her captive.

She writhed against Zarek, producing broken, desperate sounds that fueled the feral fire in her mates’ eyes.

Finally, just as Roxy felt the first violent, blinding tremors of a massive climax building in her core, Zarek slowly pulled back, releasing her swollen lips with a soft, wet sound.

Roxy was panting heavily, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed over with pure lust. She looked up at Zarek, completely derailed.

"Why..." Roxy gasped, her fingers tangling weakly in his dark hair. "Why are you guys doing this?"

Zarek looked down at her, his eyes burning with absolute devotion. He brushed his thumb over her wet, trembling lower lip.

"We want to take your mind away from your thoughts and worries."