Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 304: Episode 302: Goodbye Nimue

Two weeks Later

In just two weeks, Roxy’s stomach had swollen remarkably, rounding out into a heavy, beautiful, and incredibly cumbersome baby bump.

The sheer physical toll of carrying Torian’s fast-growing White Tiger cub had forced Roxy into a state of semi-confinement.

Her lower back ached constantly, and her mobility had been drastically reduced. She could no longer chase after the twins, wrangle Drax’s teenage attitude, or carry Iris and Tanith around the Manor.

To prevent the Kings from completely losing their minds with worry, Kaelen had sent a direct summons to the Wolf packs. He brought in Dena, a gentle, experienced female wolf from his pack, to act as a permanent nanny and helper.

Dena was a godsend. She kept the children entertained, managed their meals, and patrolled the ground floor, allowing Roxy to actually rest without feeling like the Manor was falling apart.

But resting didn’t mean Roxy was completely docile.

The Tiger’s Vitality buff, combined with the incredibly potent hormones of her pregnancy, had turned her usually manageable libido into a ravenous, insatiable fire. Her body constantly craved physical contact, heat, and the heavy, grounding presence of her mates.

Because her belly was so large and her core so fragile, the five kings had to take strict, agonizingly careful turns to satiate her.

They treated her like she was glass. Ren would use his illusions to create beautiful, sensory-rich environments in the bedroom, pleasuring her entirely with his clever mouth and dexterous fingers.

Syris used cooling, numbing salves on her aching joints before driving her over the edge with agonizingly slow, precise teasing.

Zarek and Kaelen offered blunt, blistering friction against her thighs, never once putting their full weight on her.

And Torian, the fiercely proud father-to-be, spent hours worshipping her swollen belly, murmuring deep, rumbling praises against her skin while his hands worked absolute magic between her legs. They made sure she found the release she craved every single night without ever risking the baby.

Yet, beneath the haze of pleasure and domestic comfort, a heavy, creeping anxiety gnawed at Roxy’s mind.

The Beastworld had been entirely, eerily calm. Since the Wither-Rot had been eradicated, there had been no rogue monster attacks, no territorial disputes, and absolutely no communication from the System.

The blue holographic screens had vanished.

It was unnerving. Roxy knew the Architect of this world wasn’t the type to simply concede defeat.

She knew, with terrifying certainty, that this peace was nothing more than the calm before a catastrophic storm. Something massive was brewing behind the scenes.

Compounding that anxiety was the agonizing silence from the Deep Spires.

It had been exactly two weeks since Caspian had abruptly cut off their magical communication. Two weeks since he had looked at her with that devastating, sacrificial smile and promised to try anything to reach her.

Roxy had spent hours staring at the dead communication pearl, her heart twisting with worry for her Merman and her son, Zale.

But she couldn’t let herself spiral. The cub inside her demanded her full, undivided strength. She had to focus on the life growing in her womb right now.

"More to the left, Zarek. If the crib is too close to the window, the morning drafts will chill the furs."

Roxy was currently reclined on a massive, plush chaise lounge in the center of the newly designated nursery. She was dressed in a loose, breathable silk gown, her legs elevated on a stack of embroidered pillows.

The Kings were in full domestic overdrive, decorating the baby’s room under her strict supervision. Zarek grumbled under his breath, his massive shoulders bunching as he effortlessly lifted the heavy, solid iron-wood

crib and shifted it two inches to the left. Kaelen was meticulously weaving protective, warming runes into the woven rugs scattered across the floorboards. Ren was painting a beautiful, sprawling mural of the forest canopy on the ceiling, while Syris arranged a row of highly sanitized, neutralizing herbs along the windowsills to ward off insects.

Torian, however, was entirely focused on his Queen.

The White Tiger was sitting on the edge of her chaise lounge, holding a small silver bowl filled with chilled, sweet mountain plums. He picked up a plump, purple fruit, carefully peeling the skin back before holding it to her lips.

"Eat, my Queen," Torian rumbled, his dark eyes entirely entirely devoted as Roxy leaned forward and took the sweet fruit from his fingers. "You need the sugar. You feel slightly depleted today."

"I’m fine, Rian," Roxy smiled, chewing the sweet plum. "I just—"

Roxy suddenly stopped speaking.

Her breath hitched violently in her throat. A sharp, localized spike of intense, blinding pain wrapped tightly around her lower abdomen, radiating aggressively into her lower back.

"Ah!" Roxy gasped, her spine arching off the plush cushions as her hands flew to clutch the sides of her swollen belly.

The silver bowl clattered to the floorboards as Torian dropped it, the plums scattering everywhere. The White Tiger Alpha was on his knees in a microsecond, his large hands hovering frantically over her stomach, his dark eyes wide with absolute terror.

"Roxy!" Torian roared, his voice cracking.

Everyone panicked.

"I’m fine! I’m fine!" Roxy forced a loud, breathless laugh, desperately waving them back before they tore the Manor apart. She forced her muscles to relax as the intense squeezing sensation slowly began to peak and fade.

She looked at the five terrified warlords hovering over her like frantic guard dogs.

"The baby just kicked, that’s all," Roxy lied smoothly, offering Torian a bright, reassuring smile as she patted his trembling hand. "He’s got his father’s strength. Caught me right in the ribs."

Torian let out a massive, shuddering breath, resting his forehead gently against her knee. "Gods, Roxy. You stopped my heart."

"It’s just a strong cub," Zarek muttered, rubbing his chest as if to soothe his own racing pulse. Kaelen and Ren exchanged relieved glances, slowly backing away to give her air.

Roxy kept the smile plastered on her face, but internally, her mind was racing. That hadn’t been a kick. The sudden, rhythmic tightening of her uterus and the heavy drop in her pelvis told her exactly what was happening. She was a mother; she recognized the signs.

She was nearing her labor. The tiger cub was coming today.

But looking at the sheer, unadulterated panic that a single flinch had just caused the five most lethal men on the continent, Roxy bit her tongue.

She didn’t want to scare them. She needed a few more hours of calm to mentally prepare herself before she triggered an all-out Alpha meltdown. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Hundreds of miles away, where the dense, neutral forests met the jagged, treacherous coastline of the southern sea, the ocean was anything but calm.

The waves were dark and violent, crashing aggressively against the rocky shore, churning up thick white sea-foam. The sun beat down from a cloudless sky, casting a harsh, blinding glare over the sand.

Suddenly, the water broke.

A figure submerged out of the violent, crashing sea, wading slowly through the churning surf toward the dry sand.

Caspian was no longer the magnificent, shimmering king of the Deep Spires. The massive, powerful silver tail that had commanded the ocean currents was completely gone. In its place were two long, muscular, and incredibly pale human legs.

He was entirely naked, his skin slick with seawater. Strapped securely to his broad chest was a tightly woven basket made of abyssal silk and pearl, charmed to remain perfectly insulated and dark. Inside it, little Zale slept soundly, protected from the harsh surface environment.

Caspian took a step onto the dry sand.

The moment his bare foot touched the earth, a violent, agonizing shudder wracked his entire frame. His new knees buckled instantly. He dropped into the sand, his hands digging into the dry, burning grains as he gasped for air.

His lungs, freshly transmuted by Nerissa’s dark, sacrificial blood-magic, burned like they were filled with acid as they desperately pulled in the dry oxygen. He coughed violently, his stark white hair plastered to his face.

The water near the shoreline rippled. Nimue surfaced in the shallows, her tail keeping her anchored in the safety of the saltwater. She couldn’t cross the boundary.

The younger princess gripped a piece of driftwood, her eyes filled with thick, hot tears as she watched her brother fight to simply breathe the air.

He looked so fragile. The ancient, immortal aura of the Abyssal King had been entirely stripped away, leaving only a mortal, struggling man on the beach.

Nimue looked at her brother as he gritted his teeth, planting his hands firmly in the sand and forcing himself to stand. He swayed violently, his new legs trembling under his massive weight, but he locked his knees, steadying himself against the crushing gravity.

"Brother," Nimue called out, her telepathic voice cracking with profound grief and fear across the shoreline. "I am worried for you."

Caspian looked back over his shoulder. The sun was blinding, the air was burning his throat, and he could feel the terrifying, fragile ticking of a mortal clock in his chest. He had lost his kingdom, his immortality, and the sea itself.

But as he looked at the distant tree line, knowing Roxy was out there waiting for him, a brilliant, breathtakingly joyful laugh tore from his burning throat.

"I hope you find your mate too, Nimue," Caspian laughed, his silver-blue eyes shining with an absolute, unbreakable conviction as he took his first, staggering step toward the Iron-Wood. "Visit me often."