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

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

is Asher?"

Asher? I saw him head outside

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

treated after his very first power outburst - the

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 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 because he didn't respond to my mindlink

Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked

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

grumbled

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

was seeing,

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

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 how emotions

him slowly, each step cautious and

though all his emotions were battling, each one clashing against the other in a struggle for

of deep indigo wove through the chaos, heavy

those chaotic emotions were bound by swirls of jagged black edges, rippling at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing

emotions I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

never feels pain or anything at

the world

be the

his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His

throat, and I instinctively

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

was already in danger. I couldn't lose Asher as

checked his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

heart should be erratic, but there was an eerie

Panic surged through me as I gripped

he didn't respond. His hand slid off his chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed with my brain even more. The sight of

an ominous feeling that something terrible, irreversible,

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

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

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

Asher's eyes

"You were... hurting..."

body, his

asked in

gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand

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

as if trying to shake off the remnants of whatever

he muttered, his voice low, and I