Chapter 213- The Bond Between The Distance
Lexy
The day began quietly, too quietly.
The sun hung high, golden and soft against the tree line, but unease threaded through me like a slow-moving storm. Even the triplets—both the ones inside me and the ones running through the halls—were restless.
I sat in the garden surrounded by flowering vines, trying to focus on the rhythm of my breathing. The scent of lavender drifted in the air, meant to calm me, yet every inhale carried something sharp beneath it—something foreign.
CJ.
The bond between us pulsed irregularly, a flicker of energy that wouldn’t settle. It had been faint all morning, as though the distance between us was heavier than usual. I pressed a hand to my chest, then to my belly. The babies shifted under my palm, as if reacting to their father’s unrest.
“Mom?” Alexia’s voice broke through my haze. She stood at the edge of the garden, her brow furrowed, her siblings close behind her. “You okay? You’ve been… glowing.”
I looked down, realizing faint streaks of gold light danced across my skin. The air shimmered subtly, crackling like static. My power had always been tied to emotion—and right now, it was reflecting my fear.
“I’m fine,” I said softly, though the words didn’t convince either of us. “It’s just your father.”
Elio stepped closer, concern tightening his features. “Is he hurt?”
I shook my head. “No. Not hurt. But he’s fighting something.”
The triplets exchanged looks but didn’t question me further. They’d grown enough to recognize that when I said fighting, I didn’t always mean a person. Sometimes it meant a test—a challenge meant to push their father’s limits.
Still, the air around me grew heavier. The flowers bent toward me as though responding to my energy. A low hum filled my ears—our bond resonating across distance and space.
And then I felt it.
The flare of CJ’s power. Raw, dominant, and unyielding. It crashed into me like a wave, bringing with it flashes of emotion—anger, determination, the instinct to protect.
My breath caught. I gripped the arm of the bench to steady myself as visions flickered briefly behind my eyes—metal glinting, shouts echoing, the stench of smoke. The remnants of Adrian’s pack. Rebels. Conflict.
“Mom!” Alexia’s hand reached for mine as the glow around me intensified. My aura expanded outward, setting the wind into motion. Leaves swirled in spirals around the garden.
“Stay back,” I whispered. “I need to see him.”
I closed my eyes, focusing. The bond stretched taut between us—thin, fragile, but unbreakable. Through it, I could sense his movements, the rhythm of his heart syncing with my own. Every strike he made, every surge of power—it echoed in my veins.
The babies reacted too. A sharp kick beneath my ribs, another near my side. They felt it just as I did—the storm inside their father.
“He’s fighting for them,” I murmured, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “For all of them.”
The glow intensified again, gold blending with streaks of fiery red. Tarria’s training came back to me—the breathing exercises, the control over my aura—but in this moment, it was like trying to contain the ocean. My power wanted out. It wanted to protect.
A sudden jolt ran through the bond. I gasped, clutching my stomach. Pain—not mine, but his—flashed through me, sharp and fleeting.
“Mom, what’s happening?” Xander’s voice trembled.
“He’s hurt,” I whispered, though the moment I said it, the pain eased. The bond flickered again, steadier this time. The sharp edge dulled, replaced by something warm—resolve.
I exhaled slowly. “No… no, he’s winning.”
The triplets crowded closer, their eyes wide. They’d always shared a connection with us stronger than most children—the firstborn of a bonded pair tied by both love and power. They could sense his energy too, faint but real.
Alexia nodded softly, her expression relaxing. “It feels calm now.”
“Yes,” I said, letting my hand rest over my heart. “He’s done.”
For a long moment, I just sat there, eyes closed, breathing in the quiet that followed. The garden settled again. The golden light dimmed around me until only faint flickers remained. My body ached from the strain, but relief poured through every cell.
He was safe.
Tarria appeared a few moments later, her dark aura balanced and grounded. She must have felt the surge from across the tribe. “You felt it too,” she said, not as a question but a statement.
“Yes,” I murmured. “It was bad. But he handled it.”
Tarria’s gaze softened. “He’s proving to them who he is.”
I nodded, smiling faintly. “And reminding me who he’s always been.”
She sat beside me, silent for a while as the triplets ran off toward the training yard, their energy restored now that the tension had passed. Tarria studied me carefully, eyes narrowing slightly at the faint shimmer that still clung to my skin.
“You tapped into the bond deeper than before,” she said quietly. “That kind of resonance doesn’t happen unless your energy’s growing stronger again.”
I sighed. “It wasn’t on purpose.”
“It never is,” Tarria replied, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “But it’s proof you’re still evolving, Lexy. Your power doesn’t just respond to danger anymore—it anchors it. You stabilized his chaos without realizing it.”
I looked at her, startled. “You think…?”
“I don’t think,” she said simply. “I know.”
Her confidence brought a strange comfort. A month ago, that idea would have scared me—feeling my power react on its own, reaching through distance to influence another’s battle. But now… it felt right. It felt natural.
Maybe this was what balance truly meant.
As the afternoon faded into a deep orange dusk, I rose slowly, hand still over my belly. The babies had calmed, their movements gentle now, rhythmic and steady. I could almost feel them humming in tune with CJ’s heartbeat—steady, strong, alive.
I went to the balcony overlooking the tribe. From here, the wind carried the faint scent of pine and smoke. In the distance, far beyond the horizon, I could feel the echo of his presence.
“Don’t stay gone too long,” I whispered into the wind. “We’re waiting for you.”
The bond pulsed softly in reply. Not words, not even clear emotion—just warmth. Familiar, grounding warmth.
He’d heard me.
Behind me, Tarria joined quietly, arms folded. “He’ll come back soon,” she said. “He’s earned their trust now. And when he returns, it’ll be to peace, not duty.”
I smiled faintly. “That’s all I want for him.”
We stood in silence for a while, watching the first stars appear. My aura shimmered faintly again, softer now—a golden halo fading into the night.
For the first time in days, my heart was calm. The fear had lifted, replaced by a certainty deeper than words. CJ wasn’t just surviving out there. He was leading. Healing.
And no matter how far apart we were, our bond reminded me of one unshakable truth—we were never truly separated.
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