Exchanging Vows: The Swapped Wife Is a Top Shaman novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chapter 95

Ivy’s Point of View

"Make sure the wheels are well-greased, Blade," Dominic instructed, his voice carrying over the noisy courtyard of the Silvermoon palace. "The mountain roads toward my grandfather’s territory are rocky, and I will not have Ivy jostled while she is carrying my twins."

"I have personally inspected the leaf springs, Master Dominic," Blade replied, bowing his head quickly before stepping back to secure the luggage racks.

The morning air was filled with the bustling energy of a departure. Luna Helena’s father’s birthday was coming soon, a momentous occasion that demanded a full royal attendance.

To honor the old patriarch, Luna Helena had brought the entire inner family... Alpha Alaric, Dominic, myself, and even the tense duo of Bastian and a sullen, pregnant Seraphina...back to her childhood home to celebrate her father’s birthday.

The carriage journey took hours, but the cloud hanging over Bastian’s branch of the family made the ride feel entirely silent. When the iron gates of the manor finally pushed open, the welcoming committee was already lining the stone steps.

"Welcome home, Helena!" a refined, elder woman called out, stepping forward with a bright smile. It was Luna Helena’s mother, Madame Morana, her posture entirely unbended by age.

After the carriage arrived at the main steps, everyone stepped down, offered formal greetings, and entered the grand courtyard. The stone walls were draped in banners, and the scent of roasted meats and sweet wine drifted from the banquet halls.

The moment Madame Morana’s eyes landed on me, her expression completely melted into pure, grandmotherly affection. She took my hands directly into her palms.

"So this is the brilliant Ivy," Madame Morana spoke out with genuine pride. "The one who brought a double blessing to us. Come with me, child."

She pulled me toward a lined display table, reaching into an box to pull out a stunning necklace made of raw gems and links. It looked beautiful, and expensive.

"This belonged to my grandmother, the first true Luna of the northern peaks. I am giving my most cherished jewelry to you today, Ivy. As a token of my eternal gratitude." She said.

"Thank you, Madame Morana," I said softly, bowing my head as the necklace rested against my collarbone. "I am deeply honored."

Many people from neighboring packs were invited to the birthday banquet, and the grand hall quickly became crowded with whispering lords and giggling noble ladies. Amidst the chatter, a young man stepped up to our table, offering a polite bow.

I have seen him before... Pete. He is Bastian’s cousin, from his maternal side.

"Lady Ivy, the manor’s western glass greenhouse is currently blooming with winter lotuses," Pete invited warmly, gesturing toward the garden doors. "A few of the high-ranking ladies are heading there now to escape the heat of the main hall. Would you care to visit the manor gardens with us?"

I looked down at Dominic, who was sitting comfortably, flanked by Wolf and Blade. "Do you mind if I step out for some fresh air, Dominic?"

"Go enjoy the lotuses, my love," Dominic replied, his eyes softening as he reached up to gently squeeze my fingers. "You should take Nell with you. I will stay right here with the Alpha council."

I smiled, turning on my heel to follow Pete out through the glass doors, leaving Dominic alone.

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Dominic’s Point of View

The warmth of Ivy’s touch still lingered on my skin as the hall slowly emptied, the major Alphas moving toward the upper balconies to toast my grandfather’s health. I rolled my wheelchair a few inches closer to the quiet side corridor, preferring the silence over the hypocritical praise of the noble courts.

While most of the guests had migrated toward the main courtyard, one of the girls of similar age... the daughter of the pack’s head Beta, Ivana—had stayed behind on the grounds of sudden discomfort, sitting quietly on a stone bench near the narrow gallery path.

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