Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Ivy’s Point of View

They stood before me, waiting. Loyal. Ready.

It was time to tell them the truth.

"What I’m about to reveal cannot leave this room." I looked at each of them in turn. "If anyone discovers what I’m about to tell you, it could mean death. For me. For all of us."

The atmosphere shifted. Became heavier. More serious.

"I understand if that frightens you. If anyone wishes to leave now, before hearing my secret, they may do so. No judgment. No consequences."

No one moved.

I took a deep breath.

"I am a shaman."

Silence.

"Not just any shaman." I let the words sink in. "I am a top shaman. The kind that appears once in a thousand years."

Nell’s hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes went wide with shock.

The guards exchanged stunned glances. Even Ash, stoic and unflappable, looked shaken.

"Young Madam..." Stone’s voice came out hoarse. "Are you certain?"

"I’ve known since I was fourteen years old." I clasped my hands behind my back. "I saved my father’s life when every physician in the Crescent Moon Pack had given up on him. I brought him back from the edge of death using techniques that haven’t been practiced in centuries."

Nell stepped forward, her face pale. "Miss Ivy, how... how is this possible? I’ve known you since we were children. I never saw any sign..."

"Because I hid it." My voice hardened. "My father made me swear to keep it secret. He knew what would happen if my uncle discovered the truth."

"Alpha Roland," Ash said grimly.

"Yes. If he learned that his brother’s daughter was a top shaman, he would have claimed me as pack property. Chained me to the Crescent Moon Pack forever. Forced me to heal his warriors, save his allies, clean up his messes." I shook my head. "I would have been nothing more than a tool. A weapon to be used and discarded."

"So you pretended to be ordinary," Nell whispered.

"I pretended to be weak. Pathetic. Unremarkable." A bitter smile crossed my face. "It wasn’t hard. Everyone already believed that about me anyway."

The room fell silent again. I could see them processing this information. Rearranging everything they thought they knew about me.

"This is why you recovered so quickly from the bond-breaking ceremony," Ash said slowly. "You used your abilities to protect yourself."

"Yes. I prepared medicines beforehand. Spiritual tonics that cushioned the worst of the damage." I paused. "Bastian had no such protection. That’s why he’s still bedridden while I’m standing here talking to you."

Wolf let out a low whistle. "No wonder you weren’t afraid."

"I was terrified," I admitted. "But I knew I had a chance. A fighting chance."

Blade spoke up. "Why tell us now, Young Madam? Why reveal this secret after keeping it hidden for so long?"

"Because I need your help." I began pacing slowly. "There’s something else you should know. Something about Young Master Dominic."

They waited.

"The physicians have been lying. For six months, they’ve claimed to be treating him. Trying to heal him." My voice turned cold. "In reality, they’ve been making him worse. Sabotaging his recovery. Pushing him closer to death with every visit."

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