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 my

shut my eyes, took a deep breath, and glanced toward the corridor through the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He

is Asher?"

head outside the bunker earlier," another healer

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

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

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

the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked

every time I saw this place. Why Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the

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

a towering tree, its trunk draped in soft, green moss. I furrowed my brows, widening my eyes as I absorbed the intensity

seeing, I

emotional aura had always been blank, cold, and devoid of any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that I actually believed he was incapable

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

slowly, each step cautious and

were battling, each one clashing against the other

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

I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain or

in the world could be causing

it be

wasn't unconscious - he was asleep. His head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his

caught in my throat, and I instinctively pulled back, a rush of unease flooding

Asher shed a single tear in his life, not even as a child. So, seeing the tear streaking down his face

in danger. I couldn't lose Asher

checked his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

the state of his emotional aura, his heart should be erratic, but there was an eerie

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

turning ice cold when he didn't respond. His hand slid off his chest, almost lifeless, and that

feeling that something terrible, irreversible, had already happened to

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

took a shaky gasp before his eyes fluttered open. In an instant, his emotional aura snapped back to its usual blankness,

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

from my lips, I forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me only moments ago. "What happened

eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

body, his fingers brushing the tear

he asked

beside him, scrubbing my

resting my elbows on my curled-up knees. "I thought it was

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

he muttered, his voice low, and I stared