Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 124

Alpha Alaric’s Point of View

The Next Day:

The fragile peace of the morning was shattered by a loud, echoing scream from the master pavilion. My wife suddenly went into premature labor, throwing the entire mansion into an absolute, breathless panic.

"You, and you. Form a human wall around the outer perimeter!" I roared to the guards, my Alpha aura violently flaring as I strode down the corridor. "Mobilize every single top-secret guard we have to heavily guard the main courtyard! Not a single soul enters this wing!"

I turned on my heel and immediately summoned Ivy to quickly accompany the delivery process inside the birthing suite. Helena was pale, her fingers clawing into the robes as the contractions tore through her. Ivy rushed to her side, her fingertips rapidly checking her pulse alignment.

"The pulse is volatile, Father," Ivy reported, her voice calmed and sharp as steel. "Mother’s cervix is currently only five centimeters dilated. The child are pressing hard, but the channel is opening far too slowly. We need absolute quiet."

Before I could even offer a word of comfort to my wife, the side door clicked open, and the lead guard scrambled into the room, his face completely readable as he dropped tightly to his knees. Something was wrong.

"Alpha... a catastrophic breach," the guard panted, his hands shaking as he delivered his report. "The vault seals have been melted from the inside. The ancient iron box containing our ancestor’s combination device is gone!"

"What?!" I bellowed, my wolf letting out a murderous, guttural roar.

My mind flashed back to that large, round silver disc engraved with ten numbers—the ancient heirloom from our founding war that had never been successfully opened to this day. To lose it was an act of supreme treason against the royal crown.

"Block every single exit of the pack territory immediately! No one leaves the borders! I will personally ride out and prepare to enter the palace to apologize to the King face-to-face before his scouts detect the void!"

"Dominic! Get in here!" I barked into the gallery, my fists clenching until my knuckles turned stark white.

Dominic wheeled his chair through the threshold, his expression rigidly set into a mask of warrior vigilance as he maintained the crippled disguise. "I heard the alarm, Father. Is the perimeter compromised?"

"The ancestral device is gone, Dominic," I said sharply, leaning close so my breath fanned across his collar. "The thief bypassed the ten-number silver patina lock entirely. I am ordering you right now to strictly guard the pack, take exceptionally good care of your mother who is about to give birth inside that room, and do not tell her a single syllable about the loss of the iron box! If her emotional distress spikes, her core meridians will collapse and we will lose the baby!"

"I will hold the line, Father," Dominic promised firmly. "Go to the capital. I won’t let a single snake touch the inner courtyard."

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