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

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

Asher?"

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

monitoring Ezra every second. Report any fluctuations to me immediately. I'll be back," I said, my

bunker where Ezra was treated after his very first power

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,

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

the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my frustration. Through one of my butterflies, I spotted Asher deep in the

grumbled as

sitting on the ground with his back resting against the thick roots of a towering tree, its trunk draped in soft, green moss. I

confirm what I was seeing,

always been blank, cold, and devoid of any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions

to make sense of his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate

trudged toward him slowly,

battling, each one clashing

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

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

decipher, his aura was undeniably heavy with -

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain or anything at

in the world could be causing

be the

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

lifted his chin, my breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively pulled

my 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

in danger. I

checked his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

the state of his emotional aura, his heart should be erratic,

through me as I gripped his shoulders,

His hand slid off his chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed with

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

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

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

squinted his eyes, his

"Raven?" He mumbled.

trying to hide the frenzied worry that had

me?" Asher's eyes

"You were... hurting..."

body, his fingers brushing

asked in a distant

quick gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand over my face

My voice faltered as I clenched my fists, resting my elbows on my curled-up

gulped hard, as if trying to shake off the remnants of whatever had

low, and I stared