"Well?" Roxy asked, her brilliant green eyes tight with worry. "Can you teach him to control it, Kaito? He just turned the entire grand hall into a twilight forest."

Kaito slowly lowered his hand, the silver mist dissipating into the warm, smoky air of the Manor. He looked up at Roxy, an expression of awe crossing his face.

"I cannot teach him control yet, my Queen, because this is not a simple illusion," Kaito explained, his voice dropping into a hushed, reverent whisper. "His power is just slowly waking up. The essence of your soul has completely mutated Ren’s magic. Fedor is not just a Kitsune. He is going to be the very first powerful fox in the history of the Beastworld to be able to wield different powers, not only illusions."

Torian let out a low, rumbling breath, crossing his massive arms.

"What kind of powers?" Kaelen demanded, his tactical mind instantly racing.

"Everything. Anything," Kaito answered, looking at the Northern King. "Elemental manipulation, reality warping, perhaps even bending time in localized pockets. As he grows, you should expect absolutely anything. His core is an unfiltered anomaly."

Roxy’s heart hammered against her ribs. The pride was there, but it was heavily buried under the terrifying logistical reality of raising a baby with god-tier capabilities.

"Kaito, how do we prevent these situations?" Roxy pleaded, her fingers gently stroking Fedor’s fiery red hair. "If he accidentally unleashes a massive surge of power while Abaddon is searching for us, it will be a beacon directly to our doorstep."

Kaito sighed, a heavy, sorrowful sound. "There is no way to prevent his growth, Matriarch. You cannot cap a volcano without it eventually exploding. However... there is a way to regulate the output."

Kaito pointed a long, elegant finger at the red gemstone resting in the emerald blankets.

"The crystallized remnant of Ren’s heart is already acting as a battery," Kaito explained. "The only way to prevent accidental surges is to turn the red stone into a necklace, bound directly to his skin. I can alter its magical frequency. Whenever he unconsciously attempts to use his powers—whether from a giggle, a tantrum, or a nightmare—the stone will immediately suck the excess magic in, acting as a dampener and preventing him from using it until he is old enough to actually command it."

Roxy let out a massive, shuddering breath of relief. "Do it. Please."

Kaito nodded. He reached out, his hand hovering directly over the red gemstone. His silver eyes glowed with a blinding brilliance as he began to chant in the ancient, forgotten tongue of the Foxes. With a swift, fluid wave of his hand, Kaito passed a heavy surge of silver magic directly into the stone. The gem flashed brilliantly, its erratic pulsing immediately smoothing out into a calm, steady rhythm, bound securely to a reinforced leather cord that Kaito deftly tied around the infant’s neck.

As the magic settled, Little Fedor slowly opened his stunning olive-green eyes.

The infant looked up at Kaito. Instead of crying at the foreign magic, Fedor offered a bright, gummy, and entirely knowing smile, as if to directly acknowledge his father’s right-hand man for the gift.

Kaito’s breath violently hitched. A single tear escaped his silver eyes, quickly wiped away. He offered a deep, incredibly emotional bow to the infant, and then to Roxy, before silently melting back into the shadows of the hall to return to his post.

***

Later that evening, the chaotic energy of the presentation ceremony had completely died down. The Manor was bathed in the quiet, peaceful silence of the deep winter night.

Inside the blistering warmth of the master bedroom, the massive stone hearth cast dancing golden shadows across the plush crimson furs. Zarek and Caspian were currently patrolling the frozen perimeters, ensuring the Manor was entirely secure, leaving Roxy alone with Torian and Kaelen.

Roxy sat on the edge of the bed, entirely exhausted but operating on the relentless schedule of a new mother. Beside her on a small wooden table sat three empty, sterilized crystal bottles.

"If he wakes up in the middle of the night, I want these ready," Roxy murmured, rubbing her tired eyes. "I need to press out the milk, but my breast is so incredibly stubborn today. I am entirely drained from the ceremony."

In the Beastworld, without the mechanical conveniences of Earth, expressing milk manually was a tedious, exhausting task. But the Alpha Kings knew the biological triggers of their Queen flawlessly. The release of milk was heavily, intrinsically tied to oxytocin and relaxation.

"You are tense, my Queen," Torian rumbled smoothly, stepping up behind her.

The massive White Tiger Alpha gently pushed her dark curls over her shoulder. His large, blisteringly hot hands settled onto her bare shoulders, his thumbs beginning to expertly, deeply massage the tight knots at the base of her neck. "Allow us to help you."

Kaelen stepped around to the front of the bed. The stoic King of the North knelt on the thick fur rug between her parted knees. His icy blue eyes were dark, burning with a sudden, heavy, and entirely devoted heat.

"The milk will flow if your body is awakened," Kaelen whispered, his deep voice a velvet rumble that sent an instant, electric shiver straight down Roxy’s spine.

Roxy’s breath caught in her throat. Her cheeks flushed a brilliant scarlet as Kaelen reached out, his cool, precise hands gently parting the front of her loose silk nightgown. The contrast of the freezing winter air against her flushed skin, combined with the blistering heat of Torian’s chest pressing against her back, was absolutely intoxicating.

"Guys..." Roxy gasped softly, her eyes fluttering shut as Torian’s lips pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive curve of her neck.

"Relax for us, Roxy," Torian purred, his deep, rumbling vibration sinking directly into her bones. His large hands slid down her arms, his calloused fingers tracing the sides of her ribs, drawing a breathless whimper from her lips.

They weren’t rushing. They were completely, entirely focused on worshipping her body, coaxing the stubborn transmigrated biology to surrender to their touch.

Kaelen leaned forward. His cool, elegant fingers gently cupped her heavy, aching breasts. The touch was incredibly tender, lacking the feral possessiveness of a battle, replaced entirely by a profound, sensual reverence. He used his thumbs to gently stroke her peaks, his touch sending a heavy, liquid rush of pure arousal pooling directly in her lower belly.

Roxy arched her back against Torian’s massive chest, her hands tangling into the Tiger Alpha’s thick, white-blonde hair as he continued to completely devour the sweet spot on her neck.

"That’s it," Kaelen murmured, his breath ghosting over her flushed skin. He leaned in closer, his lips replacing his fingers.

The absolute second the Northern King’s hot, wet mouth closed over her peak, Roxy let out a loud, breathless moan that echoed in the quiet bedroom. The sensual, rhythmic pull of his lips, combined with the agonizingly slow, deep massage Torian was providing from behind, sent a massive, overwhelming spike of oxytocin and sheer lust rushing through her veins.

Her core tightened violently. The stubborn tension in her transmigrated body completely snapped.

With a soft gasp, Roxy felt the heavy, aching pressure in her chest release as the milk finally let down, brought forth entirely by the overwhelming arousal her mates had intentionally stoked.

Kaelen pulled back, a wicked, breathtakingly handsome smirk curving his lips as he reached for the first crystal bottle. With gentle, expert precision, he used his cool hands to manually express the milk, the steady stream flowing effortlessly into the glass while Torian kept Roxy entirely trapped in a haze of blissful, shivering arousal.

For the next twenty minutes, the only sounds in the master bedroom were the crackling of the hearth, the soft clinking of crystal, and the breathless, heavy pants escaping Roxy’s lips as her husbands systematically worshipped every inch of her exposed skin to keep the hormones flowing.

By the time the third bottle was finally filled and sealed with a faint, cooling frost-charm from Kaelen’s fingertips, Roxy was completely, utterly melted.

She slumped back heavily against Torian’s broad chest, her skin flushed, her breathing ragged, and her eyes glazed with a deep, thoroughly sated exhaustion. Torian chuckled softly, wrapping his massive arms around her waist and burying his face into her dark curls, holding her securely.

Kaelen stood up, placing the filled bottles securely onto the wooden nightstand. He wiped his hands on a linen cloth, looking down at his Matriarch with absolute, unyielding adoration.

Roxy let out a long, happy sigh, resting her hands over Torian’s thick forearms. The profound, unscripted love she felt for these terrifying warlords completely washed away the cosmic dread of the heavens. She smiled, a sudden, fond memory surfacing from the very depths of her transmigrated soul.

She tilted her head back, looking up at Torian’s sharp jaw, and then over to Kaelen’s icy blue eyes.

"You guys are so mischievous do you know that?"