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

hoping to see Asher. He

Asher?" I

saw him head outside the

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

old underground bunker where Ezra was treated after his very first power outburst

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 look for Asher because he didn't respond to my mindlink or my texts or my

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

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

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

a towering tree, its trunk draped in

I was seeing, I

He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that I actually believed

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 that I couldn't fathom how emotions this complex

trudged toward him slowly, each step cautious

emotions were battling, each one

heavy with despair and the suffocating weight of loss.

the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something darker that

with all the emotions I couldn't decipher, his

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain or anything

world could

it be

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

I lifted his chin, my breath caught in my throat,

single tear in his life, not even as a child. So, seeing the tear streaking down his face wasn't just alien, but deeply

was already in danger. I couldn't lose Asher as

his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

of his emotional aura, his heart should

surged through me as

ice cold when he didn't respond. His hand slid off his chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed with my brain even more. The sight of him like this... it twisted something heavy inside me, and my

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

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

instant, his emotional aura snapped back to

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

the dryness from my lips, I forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry

Asher's eyes

"You were... hurting..."

glanced down at his body, his

I?" he asked in a distant

my

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

and gulped hard, as if trying to shake off the remnants of

muttered, his voice low, and I stared