Chapter 87

Seris’s POV

“You were handed over to your worthless father—much to my satisfaction—so I set my own schemes in motion. First, I brewed two potent potions to fake mate bonds, knowing I would need them. I let them sit until they grew even stronger. Then I contacted Malrik’s family. We arranged a gamble—your father loved cards despite being terrible at them. As soon as the game ended, you somehow landed in Malrik’s arms. My instructions to him were simple: finish the deed and kill you. With you presumed dead, I postponed meeting my son indefinitely, ensuring you would never cross paths. Still, I couldn’t risk any loose ends—that’s where Caera came in.”

The mention of her name struck me like a whip.

“A poor omega barely scraping by,” Valeria continued, reclining on her throne as if recounting a pleasant garden stroll. “And she looked so much like you. I chose her personally. She was obedient, controllable—everything I needed.”

The music in the grand hall sl