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, cowering

a deep breath, and glanced toward the corridor through the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here with me for the past three days, and

is Asher?" I

head outside the bunker

I'll be

in the old underground bunker where Ezra was treated after his very first power outburst - the same

place made it hard to return. But I couldn't deny that this was the only lab that could contain and stabilize him because it was built specifically for this purpose. Moreover, we couldn't risk news of Ezra's condition becoming public; it would cause severe unrest

FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed

down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my frustration. Through one of my butterflies,

is he doing here?" I grumbled

resting against the thick roots of a towering tree, its trunk draped in soft, green moss. I furrowed my brows, widening my eyes as I absorbed the

I was seeing, I switched to Pheles'

of any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly

so bright and violent that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate

toward him slowly, each step cautious

his emotions were battling, each one clashing

shade of red that forms 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

swirls of jagged black edges, rippling at the

all the emotions I couldn't decipher,

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain or anything

what in the world could

it be

unconscious - he was asleep. His head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were

in my throat,

not even as a child. So, seeing the tear streaking down his face wasn't

danger. I couldn't

his pulse, his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

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

up! Asher!" Panic surged through me as I gripped his shoulders, shaking

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

had an ominous feeling that something terrible, irreversible, had

up! Asher!" I growled, my teeth clenched in frustration. "I hate this place! I fucking hate this place!" My hands shook as

eyes fluttered open. In an instant, his emotional

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

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. "What happened to you?" I asked, my voice

me?" Asher's eyes

"You were... hurting..."

glanced down at his body, his fingers brushing the

asked in a

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

fists, resting

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

dream," he muttered, his voice low, and I stared at him,