Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter-105. Emotional aura

[Raven]

"The sutures are stable, Alpha, but... Alpha Ezra's wounds aren't healing."

"No potion, in any dose, is effective."

"It's almost as though something is blocking his recovery."

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to pacify the throbbing headache as I went through the scrolls of medical notes and compared them with Ezra's reports.

Three days had passed since Ezra's outburst, and all I could do was contain his feral powers.

We operated on five major fractures in his limbs, three in his ribs, and almost ten other minor bone displacements and fractures. He had deep tears in his abdomen, chest, and shoulders while minor cracks ran all over his skin.

His powers were no longer trying to tear his body apart, but his body wasn't healing, despite everything we did. No matter how strong the healing potion we gave him, his body remained unresponsive.

I knew what was interfering with his healing - the curse. But the real problem was the curse hadn't manifested enough to react to the curse litmus for me to determine its nature and type.

So creating an effective healing potion was the actual challenge. We couldn't afford to simply experiment with different potions on Ezra, hoping one would work. The time, place, person, and words tied to the curse all played a role in determining its nature. Using the wrong potion could speed up the curse's manifestation.

Speeding up the curse's manifestation was the last thing I wanted. In Ezra's condition, the curse could easily consume his complete existence in a matter of a few days.

Ezra was surviving on heavy doses of painkillers.

He hadn't regained consciousness since he lost it, and one by one, I was running out of ways to bring him back.

The numbers, words, and graphs on the reports blurred before my eyes. The voices of the healing team faded into silence as I slipped into a daze once again.

I can't fix this.

I can't handle this..

I am making this worse.

I am not qualified enough.

What if Ezra never wakes up?

What if he's gone?

It will all be my fault-

Slamming my hand on the table, I got up from the chair, my breaths quickening.

The team of healers sitting around the table looked at me as I began pacing around the room.

I glanced at the reports spread out on the table once more, desperately searching for a blind spot or some kind of miraculous solution to this problem.

"Alpha, you haven't slept for three days straight. You should rest a little," a young healer suggested.

"Don't tell me what to do," I growled, glaring at her.

lowered her head,

Asher. He had been here with

is Asher?"

him head outside the bunker

I'll be back," I said, my voice firm, before turning

first power outburst - the same

of Ezra's condition becoming public; it would cause

where the FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked in

down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my

doing here?" I grumbled as I walked into the

ground with his back resting against the thick roots of a towering tree, its trunk draped in soft,

I was seeing, I switched

feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly

blazing with colors so bright and violent that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional

him slowly, each step cautious and

each one clashing against the other in a struggle for

when someone hurts the very person they long to protect. Wisps of deep indigo wove through the chaos, heavy with despair and the suffocating weight of loss. Bright flashes of gold and white clashed with the darker hues. It seemed

black edges, rippling at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something darker that

I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

never feels pain or

what in the world could be

be

his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his chest, as though his heart

chin, my breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively pulled back, a rush of unease flooding

was happening with him. I had never seen Asher shed a single tear in his life, not even as a child. So, seeing the tear streaking down his face wasn't just alien, but deeply unsettling. I reacted before I

in danger. I couldn't lose

his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

of his emotional aura, his heart should be erratic,

Panic surged through me as I gripped his

cold when he didn't respond. His hand slid off his chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed with my brain even more. The sight of him like this... it twisted something heavy inside me, and

that something terrible, irreversible, had already

"I hate this place! I fucking hate this place!" My hands shook as I gripped him

In an instant, his emotional aura snapped back to its usual blankness, his emotions and

a few minutes to fully return to reality. He squinted his eyes, his hand pressing to his forehead as if trying to orient

"Raven?" He mumbled.

calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed

Asher's eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

his body, his

asked

him, scrubbing my hand over my face as relief washed all

fists, resting my elbows on my curled-up knees. "I thought

his eyes and gulped hard, as if trying to shake off the remnants of whatever had just

his voice low, and