Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Alpha Alaric’s Point of View

I strode into the fragrance-filled reception hall, my boots clicking against the polished floorboard like a ticking clock counting down to an execution. My own sister sat gracefully upon her chaise lounge, as her handmaids fanned her gently.

"Alaric," Aithusa spoke softly, a sweet, practiced smile spreading across her beautiful face as she tilted her head. "You rarely visit the capital palace without an official summons. What brings my brother to my quarters today?"

I didn’t answer her with pleasantries. I reached into my tunic, pulled out the thick parchment, and slammed it flat onto the table between us. The parchment slid across the wood, stopping right against her tea tray.

"Read it, Aithusa," I commanded, my voice dropping to a low, guttural tone that made the fanning handmaids instantly freeze.

Aithusa arched a perfectly groomed brow, her eyes scanning the lines of the scroll. As her gaze caught the name Physician Kane, her breath hitched slightly, but she quickly forced a calm, unbothered expression back onto her face.

"A physician’s confession? Alaric, what does this nonsense have to do with me? The lower healers are notoriously corrupt. He is likely fabricating lies to save his own skin from the Criminal Department."

"Do not play the fool with me, sister!" I roared. "Physician Kane has confessed everything down to the last copper coin. He was heavily bribed by your personal agents to slip the Frostbane into Dominic’s medicine logs to keep my son in that unhealable coma!!! I am asking you face-to-face right now—why did you harm my son? Why did you attempt to destroy your own nephew’s life?"

Aithusa stood up quickly, as her eyes flashed with a sudden, defensive anger. "I did no such thing. This is a frame-up orchestrated by your political rivals to drive a wedge between the Silvermoon Pack and the throne. You cannot bring a treasonous accusation against me based on the rambling words of a dying prisoner."

I delivered a cold, final threat. "If you continue to lie to my face, Aithusa, I will not wait for a royal trial. I will immediately draft a formal request to the high council, recommending your precious son to the far North—to the frozen waste garrisons where the rogues skin young lords alive for sport. You know the King will grant it to please the Silvermoon Pack. Speak the truth, or your boy leaves by midnight."

Hearing the name of her son being sent to the brutal Northern execution grounds, Aithusa’s poise shattered completely. Her face turned a sickly shade of ash-gray, as the terrifying reality of her situation collapsed upon her.

"You wouldn’t dare, Alaric..." she gasped, her voice trembling before she finally snapped, revealing the ugly truth. "Fine! You want to know why? Because you forced my hand!"

"I forced your hand?" I growled softly, my fists clenching.

"Yes!" Aithusa yelled, all her hidden bitterness and jealousy pouring out of her mouth like venom.

"Look at how you have ruled the Silvermoon line. I am your sister, yet when I begged you for support to help me ascend to a higher seat of power inside this capital court, you chose to remain completely neutral. You refused to use your power to back my leverage. And look at your precious son, Dominic. I brought my boy to your pack territory, wanting them to forge a political alliance, but Dominic refused to get close to my son! He treated my boy like an outsider and utterly refused to be his lifelong companion on the battlefield"

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