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 my

glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been here

is Asher?" I

head outside the

to me immediately. I'll be back," I said,

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

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 the bunker, I scanned the area, releasing my butterflies to look for Asher because

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

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. Through one of my

hell is he doing here?" I grumbled

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 my brows, widening my eyes

confirm what I was seeing, I switched

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

emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate and raw that I

toward him slowly, each step

emotions were battling, each one

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 and torment fiercely

rippling at the boundaries of

the emotions I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably heavy with

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

pain or

the world could

it be

was asleep. His head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his

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

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

already in danger. I

checked his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

of his emotional aura, his heart should be erratic, but there was an eerie

Asher!" Panic surged through me as I gripped his

my fingers turning ice 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,

feeling that something terrible,

I fucking hate this place!" My hands shook as I gripped him tighter.

before his eyes fluttered open. In an instant, his emotional aura snapped back to its usual blankness, his emotions and

reality. He squinted his eyes, his hand

"Raven?" He mumbled.

to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me only moments ago. "What happened to

eyes flickered

"You were... hurting..."

body, his fingers

he asked

quick gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand

I clenched my fists, resting

gulped hard, as if trying to shake

he muttered, his voice low, and