A plan in making?

Astrid’s POV:

I was out of breath when I returned to my room. The maid who was still in there with my kids looked at me with a funny expression, but soon she changed that after she saw my trembling body.

“Are you fine?” She asked, getting genuinely worried.

“Yes, I am. You can leave now. Thank you for being here,” I said, avoiding her gaze.

“It’s my job, Madam. And you have lovely babies. I would love to be with them every day.” She looked at them lovingly and bowed before exiting the room.

I wiped the beads of sweat on my forehead and poured myself a glass of water. My throat was dry, and a sour taste prevailed in my mouth. It was as if I had thrown up just a few minutes ago, and my mouth was devoid of taste.

I sat across the bed, thinking about the weird encounter. The woman. Isabella.

“Is she his mate?” I whispered and covered my mouth as the shock washed over me.

This didn’t make any sense to me. His mate was alive, but I was his destined mate too. What were his plans for us both?