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.

her head,

shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and glanced toward the corridor through the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here

is Asher?"

saw him head outside the bunker earlier," another

Report any fluctuations to me immediately. I'll be back," I said, my voice firm, before turning and

Ezra was treated after his very first power

public; it would cause severe unrest within the pack and draw the relentless attention of the press, fueling unnecessary questions we didn't have the time or answers for. Getting out of the bunker, I scanned the area, releasing my butterflies to look for Asher

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

boiled with uncontainable rage every time I saw this place. Why Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery

he doing here?" I grumbled as I walked into

thick roots of a towering tree, its trunk

what I was seeing, I switched to

aura had always been blank, cold, and devoid of any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that I actually believed he

was blazing with colors so bright and violent that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate and raw that I couldn't fathom

trudged toward him slowly,

emotions were battling, each one

long to protect. Wisps of deep indigo wove through the chaos, heavy with despair and the suffocating

at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing

emotions I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably heavy with -

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain

the world could be

be the

unconscious - he was asleep. His head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his chest, as though his heart hurt. "Asher..." I whispered, squatting

his chin, my breath caught in my throat, and

jaws, I struggled to make sense of what 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 could think things through, overcome by a disturbing anxiety that tightened like

danger. I

checked his pulse, his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

state of his emotional aura, his heart should be erratic, but there was an eerie

surged through me as I

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

ominous feeling that something terrible, irreversible,

hate this place! I fucking hate this place!" My hands

took a shaky gasp before his eyes fluttered open. In an instant, his emotional

took him a few minutes to fully return to reality. He squinted his eyes, his hand pressing to his

"Raven?" He mumbled.

the dryness from my lips, I forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed

me?" Asher's eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

down at his body, his fingers brushing the tear

I?" he asked

scrubbing my hand over my face as

thought..." My voice faltered as I clenched my fists, resting my

to shake off the remnants of

muttered, his voice low, and