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 under my

to see Asher. He had been here with me

is Asher?"

head outside the bunker earlier,"

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

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

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

across the grounds where the FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked in vines and creeping vegetation, still as tall and

this place. Why Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery

I grumbled as I walked into

froze the moment I saw him sitting on the ground with his back resting against the thick roots of a towering tree, its

I was seeing, I switched to

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

aura was blazing with colors 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

toward him slowly, each step cautious and

though 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 the suffocating weight of loss. Bright

black edges, rippling at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something darker that even an emotion

with all the emotions I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably heavy with -

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

never feels pain or anything at

what in the world could

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 his heart hurt.

breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively

in his life, not even as a child. So, seeing the tear streaking

already in danger. I couldn't lose

checked his pulse, his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

his emotional aura, his heart

surged through me as I

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

feeling that something

frustration. "I hate this place! I fucking hate this

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

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

calm down, trying to hide

eyes flickered

"You were... hurting..."

his fingers

I?" he asked in

I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand over my

I thought..." My voice faltered as I clenched my fists, resting

if trying to shake off the remnants of whatever

muttered, his voice low, and I stared at