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

toward the corridor through the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had

is Asher?" I

him head outside the

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

his very first power outburst - the same lab that had once been part of the Forced

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 the bunker, I scanned the area, releasing my butterflies to look for Asher because he didn't respond to my mindlink or my

once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked

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.

he doing here?" I grumbled as I

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,

I was seeing,

emotional aura had always been blank, cold, and devoid of any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that I

bright and violent that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm

slowly, each step cautious and

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

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

swirls of jagged black edges, rippling at the

decipher, his aura was

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

never feels pain

what in the world

it be

eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his chest, as though his heart

my throat, and I instinctively

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

in danger. I couldn't lose Asher

checked his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

his heart should be

up! Asher!" Panic surged through me

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

feeling that something terrible, irreversible,

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

instant, his emotional aura snapped back to its usual blankness, his emotions and his

to reality. He squinted his

"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

Asher's eyes

"You were... hurting..."

at his body, his

asked in a

my hand over

I clenched my fists, resting my elbows on

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

his voice low, and I stared