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

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

is Asher?"

Asher? I saw him head outside

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

after his very first power

to return. 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

grounds where the FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked in vines and creeping vegetation, still as tall and foreboding

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 butterflies,

he doing here?" I grumbled

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 as I absorbed the

what I was seeing,

cold, and devoid of any trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions

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

him slowly, each step cautious

felt as though all his emotions were battling, each one clashing against the other in

chaos, heavy

the boundaries

I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably heavy

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

never feels pain

world

it be the

his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his chest, as though his heart hurt. "Asher..." I whispered, squatting

throat,

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

danger. I couldn't lose

checked his pulse, his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

state of his emotional aura, his heart should

through me

chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed

feeling that something

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

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

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

Licking the dryness from my lips, I forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that had consumed me

eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

glanced down at his body, his fingers brushing the tear on his

I?" he asked in a

my hand

as I clenched my fists, resting my elbows

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

dream," he muttered, his voice low, and