Chapter 216- Racing The Storm
Tarria
I nodded, keeping my hand on her shoulder, still feeding that steady current of shadow energy into her aura. “Then I’ll stay. I’ll keep her anchored.”
Lexy stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open just enough to meet mine. There was fear there, but also something deeper—trust.
“Tarria…” she rasped.
“Shh.” I squeezed her hand gently. “Don’t talk. You just focus on breathing. I’m not leaving you.”
Her lips curved into the faintest smile before she slipped back into unconsciousness.
I looked down at her, the glow of her power still faint beneath her skin. The triplets’ energy flickered too—small, fragile lights responding to the calm I tried to weave through their mother.
I closed my eyes, letting my power spread wider, forming a shield of smoke around the room—one that would dampen any sudden surges of magic. I could feel Lexy’s heartbeat under my hand, strong but uneven.
“I’ve got you, Lexy,” I whispered again, my voice trembling now not from fear but determination. “You’ve carried us all through worse. Now it’s my turn to carry you.”
All that mattered was the woman lying before me—the Queen who had given me purpose, strength, and family.
I would not let her fall.
So, I stayed there, my power intertwined with hers, shadow balancing light—until the air finally began to calm, the storm within her easing into fragile stillness.
And in that moment, standing guard over my Queen and her unborn children, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: whatever came next, Lexy would not face it alone.
CJ
But the moment I heard Dr. Bennett’s voice on the other end of the line, that plan went up in flames.
As Darius drove, all I had in my mind was what Doc said.
“CJ,” he said, voice tight, urgent. “It’s Lexy. She’s gone into labor... She’s struggling to control her powers.”
I made a call back to Doc and find out how is Lexy doing.
Dr. Bennett didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Tarria got her here in time, but her powers unstable. The babies are reacting to it. We’re keeping her calm for now, but you need to get back—now.”
“I’m already on my way.” I ended the call before he could say another word.
Adrenaline hit like fire. My wolf surged beneath my skin, demanding I move faster. Every instinct screamed that I should shift and run all the way home if I had to—but reason cut through the noise. Home was hours away by air. Even if I ran nonstop, I’d be too late.
I grabbed my phone again, barking orders before the nearest guard even finished answering. “Fuel the jet. I’m wheels up in ten minutes.”
The man hesitated. “Sir, there’s a storm system—”
“I said ten minutes!” My tone left no room for argument.
The trees pass by in a blur.
She was strong—stronger than anyone I knew—but if she’d lost control of her powers during labor, that wasn’t just dangerous… it was catastrophic. Her power wasn’t just elemental—it was divine. Light, fire, shadow, and energy all fused into one vessel that was never meant to be contained by a single body. Even the slightest imbalance could destroy everything around her.
And now she was fighting that storm while trying to bring our children into the world.
By the time I reached the jet, the engines were already warming. I climbed aboard, forcing myself to breathe, forcing my thoughts to focus on action, not fear.
“Route us straight home,” I ordered the pilot. “No delays, no stops. Go around the storm if you must.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
The door sealed, the engines roared, and within minutes we were climbing into the darkening sky. I sat near the front, my hands gripping the armrests hard enough to splinter them. Xazul prowled beneath the surface, restless and enraged, wanting to be there—to protect her, to feel her through the bond.
But the bond was faint, unstable.
Usually, I could feel her emotions as clearly as my own. Her warmth, her calm, the hum of her energy—it was always there, like a soft background rhythm. But now?
Now it was chaos.
Flashes of heat, then ice. Fear. Pain. Then nothing.
I slammed a fist against my thigh, fighting to steady my breathing. “Come on, Lexy. Hold on.”
For the first time in years, I felt helpless. I could lead armies, crush enemies, and rebuild kingdoms—but none of that mattered if I couldn’t protect her.
My mind flashed to the image of her in our bed that morning before I left—a soft smile, her hand resting over her belly as she teased, “Don’t take too long, King. These little ones won’t wait forever.”
She’d laughed. I had too. But now that memory felt like a cruel echo.
The plane hit turbulence, jolting me out of my thoughts. I barely noticed. I leaned back, closing my eyes, forcing myself to reach out through the bond again.
“Lexy,” I murmured. “I’m coming, love. Just hold on for me.”
For a second—just a second—I felt her. A flicker of warmth, faint but real. Then came the burn. Her power surged through the bond, raw and unfiltered. It was like trying to hold fire in my bare hands. I gasped, clenching my jaw as the energy seared through my chest.
“Damn it—Lexy, stop—”
She wasn’t doing it intentionally. Her control was slipping, and the bond between us made me a conduit. I could feel her pain, her fear, the overwhelming pull of her power trying to break free.
I forced myself to take it—anchor it. If she was losing control, I could at least absorb some of the backlash through the bond. I focused, grounding myself, channeling my own strength outward. The air around me crackled, the cabin lights flickering as the pressure shifted.
The pilot turned briefly. “Sir? Everything okay?”
“Keep flying,” I gritted out, sweat dripping down my temple. “Don’t slow down.”
The connection flared again—stronger this time. I could hear her voice faintly in my head, trembling, calling my name.
“CJ…”
My chest tightened. “I’m here, love. You’re not alone.”
Then came another surge—so violent it nearly knocked me unconscious. The bond snapped and I was left gasping, hands trembling.
I sat there for a long moment, breathing hard, staring at the dark clouds outside the window. Lightning flashed across the sky, the turbulence worsening. The plane shook, but I barely noticed. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside me.
I pressed my hand against the window, closing my eyes again. “Tarria, hold her steady. Please.”
If anyone could help Lexy control her powers right now, it was Tarria. She’d grown so much since their meditation, learned to balance her light and shadow. I just had to believe she was doing everything possible to keep Lexy and the babies safe.
But believing didn’t stop the ache in my chest.
“Captain,” the pilot called back. “We’re entering rough air—storm’s thicker than expected. We might need to circle around.”
“No.” I stood, bracing myself as the plane jolted again. “You go through it. I don’t care what it takes.”
The pilot hesitated. “Sir, it’s not safe—”
“Neither is what’s happening back home!” My voice thundered through the cabin, power slipping free before I could stop it. The air shimmered, faint sparks crackling around me. “You get me there. That’s an order.”
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