Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Seraphina’s POV

Twins. The royal physician’s voice kept echoing in my ears, mocking my very existence. How could a simple, low-ranking girl from an ordinary family have this kind of good fortune?

I paced back and forth across the floor of my private chambers, my fingernails digging so deeply into my palms tightly out of anger.

"My Lady, please, you must calm down before someone hears you," my personal maid, Delia, said anxiously from the door frame. "You have to hold on. You are still the Luna-to-be in spirit if we play our cards right. We just need to wait for the right moment."

"Hold on?" I hissed, spinning around to glare at her. "Luna Helena just stripped me of my dignity, Delia! She ordered me—an Alpha’s daughter—to handle the hospital affairs for that wench. I am supposed to be taking care of hospital affairs while she sits on a throne nursing the future heirs of the Silvermoon Pack!"

I couldn’t suppress the hot, boiling hatred consuming my mind. Every time I looked at Ivy, my eyes immediately locked onto the faint, glowing silver moon mark etched onto her neck.

Her family was nothing. Yet, she had managed to steal the true heir, cure his impossible coma, and now she was carrying a double blessing.

"If the twins are born, I lose everything," I muttered.

"What are you planning, My Lady?" Delia asked.

"Dominic’s front yard study has two unmarried maids," I sneered, a cruel smile stretching across my face. "They would be easily manipulated. If I give them the right push, they can cause a big irreversible problem for Ivy. Let’s see how much that lucky star smiles when her husband’s turns against her."

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Ivy’s Point of View

The smell of dried moon-lily and crushed silver-leaf herbs filled my private workspace as I carefully sorted through the fresh shipments. I was entirely focused on studying the medicinal materials, taking notes on how to refine the upcoming batch of military supply pills, when the doors were thrown open with a violent crash.

It was one of Dominic’s guards. "Lady Ivy, come right now!" the guard panted out urgently, bowing his head in total panic. "You must come to the front yard study this exact second! Master Dominic... something is terribly wrong!"

Hearing Dominic’s name, it made my heart skipped a beat. I didn’t even stop to wash my hands. I grabbed my medical kit and sprinted down the stone corridors, Wolf and Blade falling into perfect step right beside me.

The moment I pushed open the doors of Dominic’s private study, the horrific scene inside made my blood turn completely freezing cold.

Two study maids were lying on the bare ground near the desk. Dark, thick blood was oozing continuously from the corners of their mouths, their bodies twitching in the final stages of a lethal toxin.

But it was Dominic who made my breath hitch. He was slumped against the grand leather chair, his muscular frame trembling violently. His face was intensely flushed, looking burning hot to the touch, and his veins were bulging like thick ropes against his neck.

The most terrifying part was his eyes—his eyes were flickering uncontrollably between bright golden yellow and pitch black. He had been heavily, brutally drugged.

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