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

Asher. He had been here with me for

Asher?"

I saw him head outside the bunker earlier,"

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

where Ezra was treated after his very first power outburst

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

dense forest now sprawled across the grounds where the FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked in vines and

Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my

here?" I grumbled as

sitting on the ground with his back resting against the thick roots of a towering tree, its trunk

what I was seeing, I switched

aura had always been blank, cold, and devoid of any trace of feeling. He suppressed

his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate and raw that I couldn't

trudged toward him slowly, each

felt as though all his emotions were battling, each one clashing against the

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 hues. It

were bound by swirls of jagged black edges, rippling at the boundaries

the emotions I couldn't decipher, his aura was

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain or anything

the world

be

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

my throat, and I instinctively pulled back, a

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

danger. I

checked his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

his emotional aura, his heart should be erratic, but

me as I gripped his shoulders, shaking him

mouth dried up, my fingers turning ice cold when he didn't respond. His hand slid off his chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed with

an ominous feeling that something

growled, my teeth clenched in frustration. "I hate this place! I fucking hate this

his emotional aura snapped back to its usual blankness, his emotions and

fully return to reality. He squinted his eyes, his

"Raven?" He mumbled.

hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me only moments ago.

Asher's eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

body, his fingers brushing the tear on

he asked in a

beside him, scrubbing my hand over my face as

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

to shake off the remnants of

he muttered, his voice low, and