Chapter 175

VYERA’S POV “I want to meet her,” I said firmly, fixing my gaze on the Alpha who thought he could manipulate us with half-truths and charm. “The true bearer of the mark. Olivia.” Dorian stiffened—subtly, but I caught it. He didn’t like that. Good. He tried to recover quickly, folding his arms, trying to project strength. But I’d lived far too long to be fooled by the posturing of men in positions of power. “She’s not in a state to receive visitors,” he said cautiously. “Oh?” I raised a brow, exchanging a glance with Ysma and Sorrell. “That’s a little convenient, isn’t it?” “I think you misunderstand—” he began. “No, you misunderstand,” I cut him off sharply. “We came here because your little game with fate has spiraled out of control. The spell is unraveling. Our coven is paying the price. Evelyn is dead. And Olivia—” I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a razor-thin whisper, “—Olivia is either dying or transforming into something far beyond your control. We are not here to play poli