Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Chapter 100

Ivy’s Point of View

He didn’t waste a single moment showing weakness or hesitation.

"Brace yourself, Dominic," Alpha Alaric growled.

"I am ready, Father," Dominic hissed through his teeth.

Before I could even offer a technical warning, Alpha Alaric didn’t show a single ounce of hesitation. He pulled on his internal energy, his right arm violently shifting into a thick wolf’s paw covered in dark fur and tipped with gleaming, razor claws. He brought it down with a terrifying chop directly at Dominic’s badly misaligned broken leg.

Crack!!!

The brutal, sickening crunch of bone echoing through the medical pavilion was deafening. Dominic let out a low, agonizing roar, his neck veins bulging like thick ropes as his face instantly flushed burning hot with a wave of pain. He didn’t drop his stance, holding his body perfectly rigid through warrior willpower.

"Ivy, move right now!" Alpha Alaric commanded, stepping back as his arm shifted back into its human shape, sweat beading on his rugged brow.

I didn’t waste a single fraction of a second. I lunged forward, my palms already glowing with a blinding, hot thread of pure shamanic energy. I closed my eyes, letting my spiritual diagnostic sight plunge straight beneath Dominic’s skin.

The old, calcified bone fragments had been perfectly shattered back into a fluid state by the Alpha’s precise strike. I pressed my glowing fingertips directly against the fracture, using my inner shamanic force to physically guide the jagged bones into a flawless, straight line.

"Wolf, hold the splint!" I ordered loudly.

As Wolf locked the iron braces into place, I pulled out three silver needles dipped in a concentrated acoustic moon-lily extract and plunged them deep into the surrounding tissue, letting the liquid magic flood his meridians to instantly knit the muscle fibers and freeze the realignment in place. The agonizing heat in Dominic’s leg slowly faded, his ragged breathing turning into a steady, exhausted rhythm.

"The alignment is complete," I panted, wiping my brow. I turned away from my husband and returned straight to the side of Prince Riven, who was still resting semi-consciously on the main table. I pressed my fingers against Riven’s wrist, letting my energy check the situation of his newly shattered lumbar spine.

"How does the prince look, Lady Ivy?" Blade asked anxiously from the doorway.

"The vertebrae are perfectly aligned, but the internal healing will be a grueling process," I explained, looking down at Riven’s pale face.

"Listen to my instructions carefully, Your Highness. You must undergo this specific shamanic energy treatment every three days to prevent the scar tissue from calcifying again.

The exact second your legs become conscious and you feel the first spark of warmth in your toes, you must begin active self-rehabilitation. It will take about half a year for you to walk properly on the frontlines again."

Prince Riven let out a weak, grateful groan, nodding his head against the padding. "Half a year... I will endure it."

"And what about me, Ivy?" Dominic asked a proud smile touching his lips despite his exhaustion.

"You are a warrior, but you are not invincible," I told him flatly, pinning him with a strict glare. "It will take exactly three months for your newly broken bone to fully heal before you can stand on the ground again without destroying my work. You are bedridden, Dominic."

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Prince Riven’s Point of View

The doors of the inner pavilion clicked shut as Alpha Alaric sent Ivy away to the main manor house to rest her body and protect the twins in her womb. Only the three of us remained in the torchlit room— Alpha Alaric, Dominic, and myself.

"We are officially behind closed doors, Riven," Alpha Alaric spoke softly. "Your legs are straight. The path to your throne has officially begun. Tell me your mind."

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