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.

lowered her head, cowering

the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He

Asher?" I

I saw him head outside the bunker earlier,"

be back," I said, my

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

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

dense forest now sprawled across the grounds where the FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed the accursed walls, cloaked in vines and creeping

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, I spotted Asher deep

the hell is he doing here?" I grumbled as I walked into the forest, following Asher's

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

confirm what I was seeing, I switched to

trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that I actually

now, his emotional aura was blazing with colors so bright and violent that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate and raw that I couldn't fathom

toward him slowly,

battling, each one clashing against the

Wisps of deep indigo wove through the chaos, heavy with despair and the suffocating weight of loss. Bright flashes of gold and white

swirls of jagged black edges, rippling at the boundaries of

decipher,

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

feels pain

world could be

it be

realized he wasn't unconscious - he was asleep. His head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his chest,

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

had never seen Asher shed a single tear in his life, not even as a child. So, seeing

already in danger. I couldn't lose Asher as

checked his pulse, his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

of his emotional aura, his heart

Asher!" Panic surged through me as

lifeless, and that

feeling that something terrible,

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

eyes fluttered open. In an instant, his

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

him, panting. Licking the dryness from my lips, I forced myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied worry that

eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

at his body, his

I?" he asked

him, scrubbing my hand over my face as relief

fists, resting my elbows on my curled-up

to shake off the remnants of whatever had just happened

voice low, and I stared at