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, cowering

glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here with me for the past three days,

is Asher?" I

saw him head outside

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

after his very first power outburst - the same lab that had once been part of

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

time I saw this place. Why Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my

hell is he doing here?" I grumbled as I walked into the forest, following

roots of a towering tree, its trunk draped in soft, green

seeing, I switched to

trace of feeling. He suppressed

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 how emotions this complex could

toward him slowly, each step

all his emotions were battling, each one clashing

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

bound by swirls of jagged black edges, rippling at the

I couldn't decipher,

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain or anything

the world could be

it be the

he wasn't 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

my breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively

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 a knot in

in danger. I couldn't lose

his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

emotional aura, his heart should be

Panic surged through me

up, my fingers turning ice 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

an ominous feeling that something terrible, irreversible, had already happened to

in frustration. "I hate this place! I fucking hate this place!" My hands shook as I gripped him tighter. "Asher! Don't fucking scare me like

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

few minutes to fully return to reality. He squinted his eyes, his hand

"Raven?" He mumbled.

stared at him, panting. Licking the dryness from my lips, I forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me only moments ago.

eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

body, his fingers brushing the tear on

he asked in a

gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand over my face as relief washed

voice faltered as I clenched my fists, resting my elbows on my curled-up knees. "I thought it was the

hard, as if trying to shake

low, and I stared at