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,

a deep breath, and glanced toward the corridor through the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here with

Asher?"

I saw him head outside the bunker earlier," another healer

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

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

memories tied to 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

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

and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my

here?" I grumbled as I

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

was seeing, I

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

colors so bright and violent that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional

him slowly,

his emotions were battling, each one clashing

chaos, heavy with despair and the suffocating weight of loss. Bright flashes of gold and white clashed with the darker hues. It seemed as though grief and torment fiercely

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

emotions I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain or anything at

in the world could be causing

it be the

face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his chest, as though his heart hurt. "Asher..."

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

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 streaking down his face

in danger. I couldn't lose Asher as

checked his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

aura, his heart should be erratic, but there

surged through me as I gripped his shoulders,

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

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

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

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

to reality. He squinted his eyes, his hand pressing to his forehead as if trying to

"Raven?" He mumbled.

to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me only moments ago. "What happened to you?" I

Asher's eyes flickered

"You were... hurting..."

his fingers brushing the tear on his

I?" he asked in

gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand over

resting my elbows on my curled-up knees.

hard, as if trying to shake off the remnants

low, and I stared at