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

hoping to see Asher. He had been here with me for the past three days, and somehow, just his presence had kept me going. I looked

Asher?"

I saw him head outside the bunker earlier," another

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

his very first power outburst - the same lab that had

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

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

time I saw this place. Why Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened

I grumbled as I walked into the forest, following Asher's

him sitting on the ground with his back resting against the thick roots of a towering tree, its trunk draped in soft, green moss. I furrowed my brows, widening my eyes as

seeing, I switched to Pheles'

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

sense of his emotional state.

him slowly,

battling, each one clashing against the other in a struggle

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

edges, rippling at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something darker that

with all the emotions I couldn't decipher, his

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain

world could

be

face eclipsed by shadows, and his

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

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

already in danger. I couldn't lose Asher as

checked his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

his heart should be erratic, but there was an

Asher!" Panic surged through me as I gripped his shoulders, shaking him

that just messed with my brain even more. The sight of him like this... it

feeling that something

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

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

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

my lips, I forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me only moments ago.

eyes

"You were... hurting..."

down at his body, his fingers brushing the

I?" he asked in a distant

beside him, scrubbing my hand over my face as relief washed

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

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

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