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.

lowered her head, cowering

glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here with me for the past three days, and somehow,

is Asher?"

saw him head outside the

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

bunker where Ezra was treated after his very first power outburst - the same lab that had once been part of

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

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

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

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

faltered, and my body froze the moment I saw 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

was seeing, I

blank, cold, and devoid of any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that

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

him slowly, each step cautious

though all his emotions were battling, each

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

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

couldn't decipher, his aura

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain or

world could be causing

it be

head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his chest, as though his heart hurt.

in my throat, and I instinctively pulled back, a rush of unease

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

in danger. I couldn't lose

his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

emotional aura, his heart

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

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 throat

something terrible,

fucking hate this place!" My hands shook as I gripped him tighter. "Asher! Don't fucking scare me

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

fully return to reality. He squinted his eyes, his hand pressing to his forehead

"Raven?" He mumbled.

calm down, trying to hide the frenzied

eyes

"You were... hurting..."

his fingers brushing the tear

asked in

my hand over my

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

as if trying to shake off

dream," he muttered, his voice low, and I