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

toward the corridor through the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here with me for

is Asher?" I

him head outside the bunker earlier,"

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

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

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

grounds where the FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls,

rage every time I saw this place. Why Asher hadn't torn down those walls and erased the

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

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

confirm what I was seeing, I switched

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

that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was a

trudged toward him slowly, each step

his emotions were battling, each one

of deep indigo wove through the chaos, heavy with despair and the suffocating weight of

of jagged black edges, rippling at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something

all the emotions I couldn't decipher, his aura

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain or

world could

it be the

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

my throat, and I instinctively

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 like a knot

was already in danger. I

his pulse, his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

emotional aura, his heart should be erratic, but there

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

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

that something terrible, irreversible, had already happened

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

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

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

stared 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

me?" Asher's eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

his body, his fingers brushing the

asked

a quick gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my

faltered as I clenched my fists, resting my elbows on my curled-up knees.

shut his eyes and gulped hard, as if trying to shake off the remnants of whatever had just happened to

his voice low, and I