Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 307: Episode 305: Zale meets Tyara

"Push, Roxy!" Kaelen barked, his voice abandoning its usual calm cadence for the sharp, commanding tone of an anxious father of triplets. He was positioned at the foot of the bed, his eyes hyper-focused, his hands completely steady despite the chaotic, deafening environment.

Behind Roxy, Torian’s massive arms were wrapped securely under her armpits, holding her upper body at the perfect angle. His chest heaved with every breath she took, his own feral instincts violently protesting his inability to take her pain away.

"I have you," Torian roared over her screams, his deep voice vibrating directly into her spine. "You are doing it, my Queen. You are so incredibly strong. Push!"

At her side, Caspian tightened his grip on her trembling left hand. The newly mortal King had completely ignored his own shredded, bleeding feet and the burning agony in his transmuted lungs. He knelt in the blood and the mess, pressing Roxy’s knuckles to his forehead, silently transferring every ounce of his remaining willpower into her fragile, sweating frame.

Another bone-crushing contraction slammed into her uterus.

Roxy threw her head back against Torian’s shoulder, her jaw locking as she bore down with everything she had left. Dark spots violently danced at the edges of her vision. Her muscles spasmed, completely drained of stamina, but the fierce, unyielding spirit of the transmigrated matriarch simply refused to give out.

With one final, earth-shattering, breathless push, the intense, tearing pressure completely vanished.

A sudden, startling silence fell over the chaotic bedroom, lasting for only a fraction of a second.

Then, a loud, demanding, and incredibly furious wail pierced the air.

Roxy collapsed back entirely against Torian’s chest, her head lolling to the side. Her entire body trembled violently from the massive adrenaline crash. She was completely, utterly exhausted, her skin slick with a freezing sweat, her lungs gasping for the ambient air of the room. She couldn’t even keep her eyes fully open.

At the foot of the bed, Kaelen moved with swift, clinical precision alongside Syris. The Snake Beastman immediately applied a glowing green coagulant to stop the bleeding, while Kaelen carefully cleared the newborn’s airways and wiped the afterbirth from the tiny, squalling infant.

Kaelen paused, his golden eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated shock. He looked up, meeting Torian’s frantic, wide-eyed stare.

"A female," Kaelen breathed, his voice thick with profound reverence. "Torian... it is a girl."

A collective, stunned intake of breath echoed through the room. The entire pack—and the Tiger Kingdom—had fully expected a massive, dominant male cub to carry on the Alpha legacy. A female royal cub was incredibly rare.

"Give her to me," Roxy croaked weakly, her voice barely a whisper. She weakly raised her arms, her fingers trembling.

Syris swiftly wrapped the tiny, furious newborn in a warmed white towel and stepped forward, gently placing the bundle directly onto Roxy’s exhausted, heaving chest.

Roxy forced her heavy violet eyes open, looking down at the new life she had just brought into the world.

The baby was incredibly small, yet practically vibrating with an undeniable, fierce Alpha energy. Her eyes were still tightly squeezed shut, but she wasn’t delicate or fragile.

The newborn’s tiny, chubby fists were actively punching the air, grabbing blindly at the fabric of the towel with a grip strength that was far too powerful for a standard human infant.

She looked entirely human in her facial features, possessing Roxy’s delicate nose and jawline. But resting adorably on top of her tiny head were two incredibly soft, incredibly fluffy snow-white tiger ears, faintly marked with the palest silver stripes.

"Oh my God," Roxy wept softly, a tear slipping down her cheek and landing on the soft linen. "She is perfect."

Dena, the young wolf-shifter helper, hurried forward with a fresh wooden basin and an empty woven basket lined with thick cloths. The girl was pale, completely overwhelmed by the intense Alpha energy crowding the bloody bedroom.

"Queen Roxy," Dena stammered nervously, wringing her hands. "The... the placenta. I need to take it and dispose of it properly, and clean the linens. If the Kings would just step outside so I can clean the room—"

Dena reached out, making shooing motions at the towering, warlords surrounding the bed.

Zarek’s crimson eyes snapped to the girl, a low, terrifying hiss escaping his teeth. Ren’s posture instantly shifted into a predatory crouch, his green eyes flashing. Kaelen bared his fangs, a deep, chest-rattling wolf growl vibrating through the floorboards, and Torian simply tightened his massive arms around Roxy, his dark eyes practically daring the girl to take a single step closer to his mate and his new cub.

Even Caspian, battered and mortal, shifted his weight to block Dena’s path.

Dena squeaked, her face draining of all color as she immediately backed up against the wardrobe, terrified out of her mind.

"It’s okay, Dena," Roxy laughed, a weak, breathless, and incredibly fond sound. She looked at her fiercely overprotective, deeply traumatized mates. "Take the afterbirth, but let them be. They aren’t going anywhere."

Dena swallowed hard, wanting to protest standard Beastworld midwifery protocols, but seeing the five men snarl at her, she wisely held her tongue. She quickly and silently gathered the bloody linens and the placenta, practically sprinting out of the room to dispose of them.

Once the door clicked shut, the heavy, aggressive tension in the room instantly melted into pure, overwhelming domestic devotion.

Roxy slowly turned her head, looking up at the massive White Tiger Alpha still holding her from behind. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Look at her, Rian," Roxy whispered softly.

Torian carefully shifted his weight, sliding out from behind Roxy and moving to her side so he didn’t crush her. He looked entirely terrified. He stared at the tiny, squirming bundle on Roxy’s chest as if she were made of glass that was about to collapse.

Slowly, with a trembling, calloused hand, Torian reached out. He extended a single, massive index finger toward the baby.

The newborn’s fluffy white ears twitched. Without opening her eyes, the baby girl swung her tiny arm out, her small fist colliding with Torian’s finger. She instantly wrapped her tiny fingers around it, locking on with a surprisingly strong, stubborn grip, and let out a soft, demanding little grunt.

Torian’s breath hitched violently.

His broad shoulders shook. He leaned his forehead against the edge of the mattress, completely overwhelmed by the sheer, devastating magnitude of his love for the tiny creature holding his finger.

"Let’s name her," Roxy murmured gently, her heart swelling until she thought it might burst. She reached out, her weak fingers tangling in Torian’s stark white hair. "Tyara."

Torian nodded his head frantically against her shoulders, completely unable to form a coherent word.

Roxy leaned down, pressing a soft, exhausted kiss to his wet, scarred cheek. "You are going to be such a good father, Rian," she whispered.

She turned her head, her heavy, loving gaze sweeping over the rest of the room. Zarek, Ren, Kaelen, and Syris had moved closer, their eyes wide with awe and profound respect for the new life their Queen had forged. And kneeling right beside them, no longer a god but an equal, was Caspian. The mortal King was watching the domestic miracle with a look of pure, unadulterated peace.

"Don’t you think she looks beautiful?" Roxy asked them, her voice thick with pride.

They all crowded the bed, a massive, impenetrable wall of Alpha Kings leaning in to marvel at the tiny, fluffy-eared princess who had just inherited the heart of the Iron-Wood.

Just as Ren reached out to gently brush a stray dark curl from the baby’s forehead, a soft rustling sound came from the floor near Caspian’s knees.

The woven abyssal silk basket shifted.

Zale, the abyssal infant who had slept through the entire chaotic ordeal, suddenly woke up. The little boy, who had grown significantly in the months since Roxy had last held him, grabbed the edge of the basket with his tiny, slightly webbed hands. He pulled himself up, peeking over the rim with wide, curious eyes.

He had woken up to the noise and found it hard to breathe at first but got used to it soon enough.

Zale let out a bright, bubbling cascade of happy babbles, completely unafraid of the massive warlords crowding the room. He reached his little arm out over the edge of the basket, stretching as far as he could toward the bed.

Caspian smiled, carefully lifting the basket and bringing it level with the mattress.

Zale leaned forward. The little abyssal boy babbled softly at the tiny, squirming tiger cub. He opened his tiny hand and gently, incredibly carefully, placed his palm flat against Tyara’s soft, flushed cheek.

Tyara immediately stopped squalling, her tiny white ears twitching at the cool touch.

As if she was trying to say, who exactly was touching me? She couldn’t see so she could only rely on her nose to tell her who was touching her.

Roxy stared at the two impossible children, touching for the very first time.

"Oh, my Zale~"