Baby System: I'm the Beast World's Only Hope!-Chapter 77: Episode : I am coming for you Roxy!

The Tiger Territory smelled of orchids, wet earth, and the heavy, cloying scent of arousal.

But today, the tranquility of the Citadel was shattered.

On the central platform, a table made of rare, polished ebony was kicked over, sending jeweled goblets flying into the jungle floor below.

Torian, the Tiger King, stood in the center of the wreckage.

He was breathtaking even in his rage. His white hair, stark against his bronzed skin, was wild. He wore loose silk pants that hung low on his hips, exposing the faint, black stripe tattoos that ran down his ribs and powerful arms.

He was vibrating with rage.

"He lives?" Torian’s voice was a low, honeyed baritone that dripped with menace. "The Snake lives?"

He had just come back from watching his mate, and it was sending him to destruction.

The slimy snake dared to follow his mate home.

Torian threw his head back and laughed. It wasn’t a happy sound. It was the sound of a predator realizing his patience had been insulted.

I was waiting for the right time to take her; instead, I just gave that slimy snake a chance to disrespect me.

I, the Tiger King, second to the Dragon King.

"The Wolf," Torian counted on his fingers, his claws extending slightly. "The Dragon. And now the Snake."

He began to pace, his movements fluid and lazy, masking the violence coiling beneath his skin.

"She collects them," Torian murmured, his golden eyes narrowing. "She gathers the strays. The weak. The broken. And she fattens them up with her light."

Except for the Dragon King, Torian knew that the rest were weak and not worth his time.

He stopped at the edge of the platform, gripping the bamboo railing.

"She is hoarding all of them," he hissed. "While I sit here in the damp, starving."

The injustice of it burned him. He had seen her. He had smelled her, that intoxicating blend of milk and creation. She was the only female in the world who wasn’t empty. And she was currently playing house with two males who weren’t worthy to wash his feet.

Torian stood alone, his chest heaving. The anger wasn’t dissipating. It was pooling in his gut, heavy and hot, twisting into a lust so potent it hurt.

"My King?"

The soft purr came from the entrance of the pavilion.

Torian turned.

It was Nala. The lead female of his harem. She was stunning. She wore sheer silks that left nothing to the imagination, and gold chains draped over her hips.

She saw the overturned table. She saw the tension in Torian’s shoulders. She smelled the pheromones rolling off him: aggression, dominance, and need.

She smiled. She mistook his rage for simple frustration.

"You are restless," Nala cooed, walking toward him with a swaying, hypnotic gait. "Why destroy the furniture, Torian? When you have willing subjects to break?"

Torian watched her approach. He didn’t tell her to leave. He needed... something. Anything to dull the sharp edge of his obsession.

"Nala," he grunted, his voice rough.

She reached him, placing her hands on his bare chest. Her nails dragged lightly over his tattoos.

"Forget the outsiders," Nala whispered, sinking to her knees before him. The silk of her dress pooled around her. "Let me serve you."

She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes filled with a desperate ambition. She wanted to be Queen. She wanted to be the one who finally tamed the White Tiger.

Torian looked at her with cold, hooded eyes and said nothing.

Nala didn’t hesitate. She worked the ties of his silk trousers, freeing him. She took him into her mouth with worship. She was skilled. She knew his body. She knew how to tease, how to use her tongue, how to hum against him.

Torian groaned, gripping the back of a nearby chair until the wood splintered. He threw his head back, closing his eyes against the humid glare of the sun.

The pleasure was there. It was sharp, physical, and undeniable. But then, his mind wandered.

In the darkness behind his eyelids, the amber-skinned woman kneeling before him vanished.

Instead, he saw the stream. He saw Roxy.

He saw her leaning into the Dragon. Submitting to him. Giving him her heat.

She belongs to you, a voice in Torian’s head roared. The Dragon is touching your property. The Wolf is breeding your Queen.

Torian looked down. He saw Nala.

She was just a tiger. She smelled of perfume and desperation. She was empty. She was a vessel with no soul.

The contrast snapped something inside him.

"NO!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

The roar shook the pavilion. He reached down, grabbed a handful of Nala’s amber hair, and yanked.

"Ack!" Nala choked, the violence breaking the rhythm.

Torian threw her backward. She slid across the polished wood floor, crashing into a pile of cushions. She gasped, clutching her throat, staring at him with wide, terrified eyes.

"My... My King?" Nala stammered, tears welling in her eyes. "Did I bite? I can be gentler, I can—"

"You taste like nothing!" Torian bellowed, his voice echoing through the bamboo grove. "You are empty!"

He pointed a trembling finger at the bridge.

"Get out! Get out of my sight before I skin you!"

Nala scrambled to her feet, gathering her silks. She didn’t look back. The look in his eyes wasn’t dissatisfaction; it was murder. She fled across the swinging bridge, sobbing.

Torian was alone again.

But the arousal hadn’t left. It had mutated. The rejection had turned the pleasure into pain, a throbbing ache that demanded a violent resolution.

He stood in the center of the pavilion, panting, sweat slicking his bronzed skin.

He looked at his hand. He gripped himself. It wasn’t an act of self-love. It was an act of freeing himself.

He closed his eyes and imagined the Iron-Wood cabin.

In his mind, he cornered her against the wall. She looked at him with fear. Good. He wanted her fear. He wanted to strip away the softness she gave the others.

You think you can hide behind them? Torian thought, his strokes becoming faster, rougher. You think their walls can keep me out?

He imagined grabbing her. Not gently. He imagined dragging her out of that cabin, throwing her over his shoulder, and carrying her back to this Golden Citadel.

He imagined chaining her to this very platform. He imagined breeding her under the open sky, filling her with his cubs until the scent of the Wolf and Dragon was erased from existence.

"Roxy," he groaned, the name tearing from his throat like a jagged stone.

He imagined her screaming his name. Not in terror, but in the inevitable submission of a mate recognizing her true Alpha.

With a final, guttural roar, Torian released.

He slammed his free hand against the bamboo pillar next to him. The wood cracked and splintered under the force of his grip. He rode out the wave of pleasure, his body shuddering, his knees nearly buckling.

When it was over, he stood there, breathless, the humid air sticking to his skin.

He cleaned himself with a discarded silk cloth, tossing it casually over the railing into the jungle below.

He walked to the edge of the platform.

He looked North-East. Past the orchids, past the swamp, toward the distant, dark smudge of the Iron-Wood forest.

His golden eyes burned with a terrifying clarity.

A slow, cruel smile spread across his face, showing off his white teeth. He gripped the railing, his claws sinking deep into the wood.

"I am coming for you, Roxy," Torian vowed, the promise vibrating in the air. "And I will not leave until you scream my name."

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