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

watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here with me for

is Asher?" I

saw him head outside the

monitoring Ezra every second. Report any fluctuations to me immediately. I'll be back," I said, my voice firm, before turning and walking

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

this 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 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

dense forest now sprawled across the grounds where the FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed

with uncontainable rage every time I saw this place. Why Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery

is he doing here?" I grumbled as I walked into the forest, following

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

seeing, I switched

any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly

that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was

trudged toward him slowly, each step cautious and

battling, each one clashing against

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

the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something darker that even an emotion demon

emotions I couldn't decipher,

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain

world could

be

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

lifted his chin, my breath caught in my throat, and I instinctively pulled back, a rush of unease flooding

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

I couldn't

checked his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

emotional aura, his heart should be

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

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

had an ominous feeling that something

teeth clenched in frustration. "I hate this place! I fucking hate this place!" My hands shook as I gripped him tighter. "Asher!

gasp before his eyes fluttered open. In an instant, his emotional

squinted his eyes, his hand pressing to his forehead as if trying

"Raven?" He mumbled.

hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me only moments ago. "What happened to you?" I asked, my voice

eyes

"You were... hurting..."

glanced down at his body, his fingers brushing

I?" he asked in a distant

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

resting my elbows on my curled-up knees. "I

shut his eyes and gulped hard, as if trying to shake off the remnants

low, and I stared at him,