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.

head, cowering under

toward the corridor through the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here with me for the past three days, and somehow, just his presence had

is Asher?"

saw him head outside

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

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

condition becoming public; it would cause

facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked in vines and

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 that only deepened my frustration. Through one of my butterflies, I spotted

here?" I grumbled as I walked into

of a

I was seeing,

any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly

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 could even

trudged toward him slowly, each step cautious and

though all his emotions were battling, each one clashing

heavy with despair and the suffocating weight of loss. Bright flashes of gold and white clashed with the darker

of jagged black edges, rippling at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something darker that even an

I couldn't decipher, his

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain

the world could be

it be

was asleep. His head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were

chin, my breath caught in my throat, and

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 wasn't just alien, but deeply unsettling. I reacted before I could think things through, overcome by a disturbing anxiety that tightened like a

danger. I couldn't lose Asher

his pulse, his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

his emotional aura, his heart should be erratic, but there was

Panic surged through me as I gripped his shoulders, shaking

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

an ominous feeling that something

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

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

He squinted his eyes, his hand pressing to his

"Raven?" He mumbled.

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

eyes

"You were... hurting..."

at his body, his

asked in a distant

my hand over my face as

as I clenched my fists, resting my elbows on my curled-up

to shake off the remnants of whatever had

he muttered, his voice low,