Chapter 217- Flames Behind the Door
CJ
The pilot nodded sharply and turned back to his controls while Darius tried to keep me under control.
I exhaled hard, running a hand down my face. My strength still hummed beneath my skin, restless and angry, feeding off my emotions. Normally, Lexy was the one who calmed it—her presence grounding mine like light taming fire. Without her, I was fighting to stay centered.
But I can’t afford to lose it now. Not when she needed me steady.
I sank back into my seat, staring out the window as the storm thickened, lightning flashing across the wings. Each flash reminded me of her—her strength, her fire, her unshakable will.
She wasn’t just my mate. She was the pulse of everything I fought for.
And I would tear the skies apart to reach her.
The plane dipped again, engines roaring as it cut through another pocket of turbulence. My heartbeat to the rhythm of the storm, a promise echoing in my chest.
Hold on, Lexy.
I’m coming.
As the storm swallowed the plane in clouds and lightning, I sat forward in my seat, jaw clenched, eyes burning with determination.
No matter what waited on the other side of that storm—chaos, danger, or worse—I would be there before the world even thought of taking her from me.
And as the thunder roared outside, I whispered one last vow into the darkness:
“I’ll make it home to you… before it’s too late.”
Helio
The corridor outside Lexy’s chamber was filled with silence so thick it pressed on my chest like stone. The occasional muffled cry or command from within tore through that stillness, but otherwise, the entire hall held its breath. I stood a few paces from the door, arms folded behind my back, my golden eyes fixed on the flicker of light escaping beneath the threshold.
I could feel the triplets’ nervous energy rippling beside me like three different heartbeats. Each one paced, fidgeted, or leaned against the wall in a rhythm of anxious waiting. They are older now, taller, the reflections of their parents’ power in their own ways—but tonight, they were children again. I couldn’t blame them. Inside that room was their mother—their queen—and life or death was deciding which path to take her.
I wanted nothing more than to storm through those doors, to hold Lexy’s hand and tell her she wasn’t alone, that her dad was there. But I knew better. She had Tarria beside her—her most trusted warrior and friend helping her keep control. My place was here, in the shadows beyond the door, praying that when it opened, it would not carry grief.
I exhaled slowly, the sound rasping from a throat too dry. The scent of herbs and heated metal drifted through the air—sterile, sharp, and alive with power. Somewhere beyond the door, I could feel the pull of Lexy’s magic, wild and turbulent. It hummed against my skin like the echo of thunder, reminding me that she was not just my daughter, but a force the heavens themselves had acknowledged.
And still, she was my little girl.
I shut my eyes for a moment, memories tumbling through me like waves. The first time she reached for my hand. The way her laughter used to fill the gardens when she chased after the triplets. The day she first showed me her spark of power—small, bright, and terrifyingly strong. I had been proud and afraid all at once, because I knew then that her path would never be ordinary. She had been born for something greater than peace.
Now, that same light trembled behind the walls, powerful enough to shake the ground. I could feel it pulse—a desperate rhythm, as if her magic fought alongside her body to bring new life into the world. The triplets flinched when a sudden burst of energy rippled through the air, lighting the corridor’s torches for a brief instant. I raised a hand to calm them, but my heart thudded in his chest like a drum.
“She’s strong,” I murmured, half to myself, half to them. “Your mother has survived worse.”
One of the boys—Elio—nodded, though his eyes stayed glued to the door. “But she’s never done this alone before,” he whispered. “We can feel her pain through the bond.”
My throat tightened. I knew they could. Lexy’s bond with her children had always been fierce, almost tangible. To feel her pain and be powerless to ease it—it was a cruelty I understood too well. “She’s not alone,” I said gently. “CJ will never let anything happen to her.”
A sharp cry tore through the silence. I froze. My heart leapt, breath catching halfway. One of the nurses’ voices rose, steady but urgent, calling for assistance. The triplets stiffened; one of them let out a choked whimper. I placed a hand on each of their shoulders, anchoring them even as my own composure cracked.
“Steady,” I whispered. “Breathe.”
But the cries didn’t stop—they grew louder, stronger, until the very air trembled with raw power. I could feel Lexy’s energy spiraling—wild, unstable, trying to contain itself. The heat rolled through the hallway like fire through dry grass. The triplets instinctively shielded themselves, their own powers flaring to match. I held firm, summoning every ounce of calm I’d learned over my long life.
And then, as suddenly as it began, the power faded.
The silence that followed was unbearable.
My heart hammered in my ears. I strained to hear something—anything—beyond the wooden door. The triplets looked up at me, wide-eyed, their expressions mirrored my own fear. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. Time stretched—seconds, minutes, maybe eternity—until finally, a sound broke through.
“She’s stable for the moment. But I don’t know how much longer Tarria can hold her powers” Dr. Bennett let me know.
She asked, “Any news on CJ?” I nodded no in response. She went back into the room.
I went to hold the triplets and they were gone. As I looked around I couldn’t find them. “Guards! Find my grandkids now!” I commanded.
Where could they have gone?! I spoke to myself with worry.
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