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 my

Asher. He had been here with me for the past three days, and somehow, just his presence had

is Asher?" I

saw him head outside the bunker earlier," another healer

be back,"

treated after his very first power outburst - the

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

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

those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my frustration. Through one of my butterflies,

doing here?" I grumbled as I walked into the forest, following

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

confirm what I was seeing, I switched to

He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly

emotional aura was blazing 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 could

slowly,

though all his emotions were battling, each one clashing against the other in a

crimson surged frantically. A shade of red that forms when someone hurts the very person 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 hues. It seemed as though grief and torment

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

all the emotions I couldn't decipher, his aura was

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain or

the world could be

be

realized he wasn't unconscious - he was asleep. His head hung low, his face 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, and I instinctively pulled back, 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

already in danger. I

checked his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

his heart should be erratic, but there was

through me as I gripped his

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 throat

something terrible, irreversible, had already happened to

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

open. In an instant, his emotional aura snapped

his eyes, his hand pressing to

"Raven?" He mumbled.

at him, panting. Licking the dryness from my lips, I forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me only moments ago. "What happened to you?" I asked,

Asher's eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

at his body, his fingers brushing the tear on his

he asked in a

I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand over my face as relief

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

hard, as if trying to shake off the remnants

dream," he muttered, his voice low, and I stared at him,