Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 308: Episode 306: I will be fine.

Her beautiful Zale had grown even if it was a tiny bit.

Nerissa must have taken care of him very well.

Zale’s tiny, webbed hand remained pressed flat against the soft, flushed cheek of his newborn sister. The little abyssal prince blinked, his wide eyes slowly lifting from the sleeping tiger cub to lock onto the pale, sweat-slicked face of the woman lying on the pillows.

For a long second, Zale stared at Roxy. His tiny brow furrowed, his bottom lip quivering violently as his brilliant abyssal mind processed the familiar scent of lavender, the warmth of her aura, and the agonizing weeks of separation.

He usually doesn’t cry. But as he looked into his mother’s violet eyes, his little face scrunched up, and a loud, piercing, absolutely heartbroken wail tore from his tiny lungs.

The sound shattered Roxy’s heart into a million irreparable pieces. The sheer, devastating grief in her son’s cry bypassed every ounce of her physical exhaustion, striking directly at her soul.

"Oh, baby... oh, I am so sorry," Roxy sobbed, the tears she had been holding back instantly overflowing. They tracked hot and fast down her pale cheeks, soaking into the thick furs beneath her head.

She desperately tried to lift her arms, her maternal instincts screaming at her to scoop him out of the basket and crush him to her chest. But her body was completely, utterly spent.

Her muscles felt like they were made of lead, her arms trembling so violently she could barely lift them an inch off the mattress. Without the System’s magical stamina regeneration, she was entirely paralyzed by the sheer physiological trauma of the birth.

"I’m sorry," Roxy wept, her voice cracking as she forced her heavy, shaking hand forward. "I am so sorry it took so long for us to meet again. Mama is so sorry, Zale."

Her trembling fingers finally reached the edge of the woven basket, gently finding the top of his head. She stroked his soft, dark hair, her thumb brushing against his tiny, tear-soaked cheek.

The moment her skin made contact with his, Zale’s frantic, heartbroken wails hitched. The little boy leaned heavily into the weak pressure of her palm, his tiny hands reaching up to grip her index finger.

He let out a series of wet, shuddering hiccups, his eyes blinking up at her with profound understanding. He didn’t need words; the warm, golden resonance of her love flowing through her touch was enough to soothe the terrifying cold he had felt since she left.

Caspian watched the exchange, his own silver-blue eyes shining with unshed tears. The mortal King swallowed the massive lump in his throat. Seeing how incredibly weak she was, how her arm shook just from the effort of touching their son, Caspian gently reached forward.

"He knows, Roxy" Caspian whispered, his hoarse, ragged voice thick with devotion. "He knows you love him."

With immense care, Caspian slowly withdrew the basket, pulling Zale back just enough to give Roxy the space she desperately needed to breathe. He settled the basket securely near the edge of the bed, his battered, bloodied hands lingering protectively over the rim.

Roxy let her arm fall heavily back onto the mattress, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. She turned her head, her heavy, exhausted gaze sweeping past Ren, Syris, and Kaelen, landing directly on the towering Dragon Alpha.

"Zarek," Roxy breathed, her voice incredibly weak and raspy.

Zarek immediately stepped forward, his eyes filled with fierce, unwavering attention. "I am here, Roxann. Whatever you need."

Roxy managed a faint, watery smile, her eyes shifting to the battered, bruised, and thoroughly dirt-covered Merman kneeling on the floorboards.

"Can you... can you show Caspian the stream out back?" Roxy asked, the request taking a monumental amount of effort to vocalize. "He needs to wash up. He walked so far... and his feet are bleeding."

Maybe when I am strong enough, I will be able to ask him why he suddenly has legs...

But on second thought... Nerissa...

Zarek looked down at the former Abyssal King. Months ago, Zarek would have incinerated the Merman on sight. But looking at Caspian now, stripped of his scales, shivering in the dry air, his mortal flesh torn to shreds just to deliver Roxy’s son to her side, the Dragon’s territorial rage was completely extinguished.

The sacrifice demanded absolute, undeniable respect.

Zarek gave a slow, deep nod. He reached down, offering his massive, calloused hand to the exhausted Merman.

"Come, fish," Zarek grumbled, his tone entirely devoid of its usual venom. "Let’s get the mud off you before you ruin my mate’s floors."

Caspian looked at Zarek’s extended hand in stunned silence before a tired, grateful smile touched his lips. He gripped the Dragon’s forearm, allowing Zarek to haul his heavy, trembling mortal frame up from the floorboards.

Roxy would have chuckled if she was okay.

Roxy let out a long, shuddering exhale as she watched them step away. She turned her attention to the remaining Alpha Kings hovering anxiously around the bed.

"I need you all to go," Roxy whispered, her eyes drifting shut as a profound, terrifying cold began to seep into her bones. "Please. I love you... but I need to rest. I need the room to be quiet."

Ren, Syris, and Kaelen immediately understood. The overwhelming, suffocating Alpha energy in the room was too much for her fragile, recovering senses. They bowed their heads, pressing soft, reverent kisses to her knuckles and her forehead before quietly backing out of the bedroom.

Torian, however, didn’t move an inch.

The White Tiger Alpha remained firmly planted at her side. His massivehand rested protectively over the tiny, squirming bundle of Tyara resting on Roxy’s chest. His dark eyes were wide, frantic, and filled with a terrifying, primal panic as he looked at how pale his mate had become.

"I am not leaving you," Torian growled stubbornly, his voice vibrating with a desperate, protective edge. "You are shivering, Roxy. You are too weak. I need to guard you."

"Rian," Roxy forced her eyes open, fixing him with a look that was incredibly exhausted, yet laced with the absolute, unyielding strictness of a Mother. "You cannot guard me from sleep. If you stay here and pace the room, I won’t be able to close my eyes."

When did he become so stubborn?

Torian’s jaw locked. His beast violently rejected the idea of leaving his vulnerable mate and his newborn cub, even for a second.

Seeing his stubborn hesitation, Roxy softened her gaze, deciding to play the one card she knew the fiercely proud, provider-driven Tiger could not resist.

"I am so hungry, Torian," Roxy whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I just brought your daughter into the world, and I have absolutely no energy left. I need a massive feast. I need fresh, roasted meat, rich broth, and sweet fruits. Please... go hunt for me. Bring me back something nice."

Torian’s dark eyes twitched. The primal urge to provide for his starving mate and his nursing cub violently overrode his urge to hover. He swallowed hard, his massive hand gently stroking the fluffy white ears of little Tyara before he leaned down, pressing a desperate, lingering kiss to Roxy’s pale lips.

"I will bring you the entire forest, my Queen," Torian swore, his voice thick with emotion. "I will be right back. I promise."

Torian reluctantly tore himself away from the bed, his heavy footsteps echoing rapidly down the hallway as he sprinted out to fulfill her command.

The heavy oak door finally clicked shut.

The master bedroom was suddenly, beautifully silent, save for the soft, rhythmic breathing of the two sleeping babies.

"Dena," Roxy called out weakly, not even bothering to open her eyes.

The young wolf-shifter girl, who had been waiting anxiously in the hallway, immediately slipped back into the room. She was carrying a fresh wooden basin filled with warm, sterilized water and an armful of clean, incredibly soft cotton cloths.

"I’m here, Queen Roxy," Dena said softly, setting the basin on the bedside table.

"Help me," Roxy murmured, her voice slurring slightly as the sheer, devastating gravity of her exhaustion finally crashed over her. "Help me clean up Tyara... and myself. I feel so cold."

Dena nodded quickly, moving with gentle, practiced efficiency. She carefully lifted the tiny tiger cub, expertly sponging the lingering fluids from Tyara’s soft skin before wrapping the newborn securely in a fresh, warm blanket and settling her right back against Roxy’s chest.

Then, Dena turned her attention to Roxy. She dipped a clean cloth into the warm water, wringing it out before she began to gently wipe the freezing, clammy sweat from Roxy’s forehead and neck.

As Dena worked, the young girl’s brow furrowed deeply. The warm water was doing nothing to bring the color back to her Queen’s face.

Roxy’s breathing was becoming alarmingly shallow. Her lips, usually a vibrant, healthy pink, were very pale. The adrenaline of the birth had completely faded, leaving behind the horrifying, biological reality of massive blood loss and postpartum shock.

Dena’s hand trembled as she pulled the cloth away.

"Queen Roxy," Dena whispered, her voice shaking with barely suppressed panic. "You... you look very pale."

Roxy forced a faint, tired smile, her heavy violet eyelashes fluttering as the edges of her vision completely blackened.

"I will be fine," Roxy breathed.