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 under

the corridor through the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here with me for the past three days, and somehow, just his

is Asher?"

Asher? I saw him head outside the bunker earlier,"

immediately. I'll be back," I said, my

the old underground bunker where Ezra was treated after his very first power outburst - the same lab that had once been part

specifically for this purpose. Moreover, we couldn't risk news of Ezra's condition becoming public; it would cause severe unrest within

once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked in vines and creeping vegetation, still as tall

this place. Why Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my frustration. Through one of

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

and my body froze the moment I saw him sitting on the ground with his back 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 was seeing, I switched to Pheles'

trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that I actually believed he

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

trudged toward him slowly,

were battling, each one clashing against the other in a struggle for

crimson surged frantically. A 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 of loss. Bright flashes of gold and white clashed with the darker hues.

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

I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain or anything

in the world could be

be the

I realized 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 his heart hurt. "Asher..." I

caught in my throat, and I instinctively

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

was already in danger. I couldn't lose Asher

his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

aura, his heart should be erratic, but there

me as

off his chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed with my brain even more. The sight of

something terrible, irreversible, had

I growled, my teeth clenched in frustration. "I hate this place! I fucking hate this

before his eyes fluttered open. In an instant, his emotional aura snapped back to its usual blankness, his emotions and his pain

to reality. He squinted his eyes, his hand pressing to his forehead as if

"Raven?" He mumbled.

forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the

Asher's eyes

"You were... hurting..."

his

asked in

gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand over

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

and gulped hard, as if trying to

voice low, and