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 my

the watching glass, hoping to see Asher. He had been

Asher?" I

Asher? I saw him head outside

to me immediately. I'll be

after his very first power outburst - the same

bringing Ezra here. The memories tied to this place made it hard 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 out

the FA facility once stood. Beyond the woods loomed

those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that only deepened my frustration.

is he doing here?" I grumbled as

moment I saw him sitting on the ground with his back resting against the thick roots of a towering tree, its trunk draped

what I was seeing, I switched to

trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so

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 how emotions this complex could

toward him slowly, each

felt as though all his emotions were battling, each

to protect. Wisps of deep indigo wove through the chaos, heavy with despair and the suffocating weight of

the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something darker that

I couldn't decipher, his aura was undeniably heavy

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

never feels pain or anything at

what in the world could be

be

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

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

single tear in his life, not even as a child. So, seeing the tear streaking down his face wasn't

I couldn't lose Asher as

checked his pulse, his

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

heart should

me as I gripped his shoulders, shaking him

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

something terrible, irreversible, had already happened

place! I fucking hate this place!"

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

reality. He squinted his eyes, his hand

"Raven?" He mumbled.

myself to calm down, trying to hide the frenzied

me?" Asher's eyes flickered with

"You were... hurting..."

his

I?" he asked in

I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand

thought..." My voice faltered as I clenched my fists, resting my elbows on my curled-up knees. "I thought it was the

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

his voice low, and I stared at