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

and glanced 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 kept me

is Asher?" I

outside the bunker

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

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

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 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

stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls,

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,

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

resting against the thick roots 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

was seeing, I switched to Pheles'

cold, and devoid of any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that I actually believed he was incapable of

that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate and

him slowly, each step

his emotions were battling, each one

someone hurts the very person they long to protect. Wisps of deep indigo wove through the chaos, heavy with

chaotic emotions were bound by swirls of jagged black edges, rippling at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something

couldn't decipher, his aura was

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain or anything

the world

it be

I strode closer, I realized he wasn't unconscious - he was asleep. His head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths

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

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

I couldn't lose

checked his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

heart should be erratic, but there was

Wake up! Asher!" Panic surged through me as I

up, my fingers turning ice cold when he didn't respond. His hand slid off his chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed with my

that something terrible, irreversible, had already happened

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

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

fully return to reality. He squinted his eyes,

"Raven?" He mumbled.

myself to calm down, trying to hide

Asher's eyes

"You were... hurting..."

his body, his fingers

asked

quick gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand over my face as

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

gulped hard, as if trying to shake off the remnants

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