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

see Asher. He had been here with me

is Asher?" I

outside the bunker earlier," another healer

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

treated after his very first power

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

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 vegetation, still as tall and foreboding as

those walls and erased the ruins was a mystery that

grumbled as I walked into the forest, following

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 intensity of

was seeing, I switched to

trace of feeling. He suppressed his emotions so flawlessly that

and violent that it was impossible to make sense of his emotional state. It was a chaotic storm of feelings so intricate and

trudged toward him slowly, each step cautious

his emotions were battling, each one clashing against the other in

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

emotions were bound by swirls of jagged black edges, rippling at the boundaries of his aura, symbolizing something darker

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

Asher and pain?

Rubbish.

never feels pain or anything

world could be

be the

he was asleep. His head hung low, his face eclipsed by shadows, and his breaths were labored. His hand clenched his chest, as though his heart hurt. "Asher..." I

in my throat, and I instinctively pulled back,

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

was already in danger. I couldn't

his pulse,

Nothing was normal.

Nothing.

heart should be erratic, but there was an eerie

Asher!" Panic surged through me as I gripped his

he didn't respond. His hand slid off his chest, almost lifeless, and that just messed with my

had an ominous feeling that something terrible, irreversible, had

Asher!" I growled, my teeth clenched in frustration. "I hate this place! I fucking hate

took a shaky gasp before his eyes fluttered open. In an instant, his emotional aura snapped back to its

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

"Raven?" He mumbled.

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 happened to you?" I asked, my voice

me?" Asher's eyes flickered

"You were... hurting..."

body, his fingers

asked in

quick gulp, I sat beside him, scrubbing my hand

as I clenched my fists, resting my elbows on my

trying to shake off the remnants of whatever had

muttered, his voice low, and I stared at him,