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All Chapters of Where the Scattered Vows Lie: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

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Chapter 1

Amanda's POVThe moment I discovered Julian Blackwood's secret, the world before my eyes went still.I remember, before I sank into darkness, my fingers digging so hard into the wooden edge of the bed that I nearly clawed out my last thread of clarity.The elders of the pack said I had fainted from shock.Julian Blackwood—my mate, the Alpha our entire pack called the "War God"—abandoned a three-day hunt and rushed back to the pack territory overnight for me.He hadn't slept in two days. He sat by my bedside, his usually stone-cold face drained of color by fear.When I finally opened my eyes, he was kneeling there."Amanda," he whispered, pressing my hand against his trembling heart, "I was so worried I could've died."He—who had once torn apart a dire bear—was now shaking because I had fallen unconscious.I once believed his eyes reflected only me, but now they brought me the pain that far outweighed any physical wound.That kind of love didn't feel like something that could

Chapter 2

The next morning, Julian returned from the hunt.He thought I was still asleep and moved quietly to the bedside.He was cold all over, carrying the dampness of deep forest air and the faint scent of iron—an unmistakable trace left after a long pursuit."My dear," he whispered beside my ear, his voice hoarse with fatigue and a hint of barely contained excitement, "wake up. Look what I brought you."I opened my eyes and saw him carefully pulling something from his hunting bag.It was a small, rare spirit beast—still writhing in his hands. A Moonshadow Mink.It lived only on the most treacherous cliff faces, its fur shifting color under moonlight."I just secured the East Valley," he said softly, a boyish pride slipping into his tone as he placed the struggling creature beside my pillow. "The hunting grounds there are unbelievably rich—streams full of fat fish. I'm planning to build a nursery for our future pups there. We'll call it the New Moon Cradle."My blood turned to ice.T

Chapter 3

Memories dragged me back two years. That was when I first noticed Julian coming home later and later.He told me he was expanding the border hunting grounds.I believed him, because that was what an Alpha was supposed to do.But now, I understood everything.He was hunting for Celeste. Conquering land for her. Building the home I had never been allowed to see.That dull, crushing pain of betrayal surged like a tide, forcing my hand to my chest just to breathe."What's wrong, Amanda?" Julian noticed immediately and stood.I didn't answer. A wave of nausea surged violently through my stomach. I covered my mouth tightly.Cold sweat broke across my skin. Even the smell of meat suddenly felt suffocating.I knew it—the onset of pregnancy symptoms, at any moment, anywhere."Are you alright?" Celeste's voice drifted in again, light and careless. "I've heard some shewolves who desperately want to conceive end up experiencing psychosomatic reactions like this."As she spoke, she shift

Chapter 4

Julian's POVThe nursery door stood open, spilling a warm, milky scent into the corridor.My twins lay swaddled in soft beast pelts, breathing in faint, steady rhythms.I stood at the threshold, looking down at their faces—faces that mirrored my own—and felt no trace of paternal joy. Only a violent surge of disgust churned in my gut."They're perfectly fine," I said coldly, my gaze fixed on Celeste as she adjusted the furs. "Why did you summon me here?""They were trembling earlier," she replied, slipping back into that fragile, pitiful expression as she swayed toward me. "I was afraid they'd been bitten by those awful insects. Who knows what kind of diseases they carry?"She leaned in, trying to press herself against me."And can't I miss you, Julian? Or am I only allowed to see you on their birthday?"I struck her hand away so hard she nearly staggered."That's enough, Celeste!"My voice cut like ice. "If not for you exploiting the chaos during the ritual—using those forbid

Chapter 5

Amanda's POVI had been gone for three months.With no trace of my scent left behind, I knew Julian must have concluded that I was dead.And just as that bond had gone silent for him, it had also gone silent for me. I could no longer feel him either.For three months, I had been pretending to be someone else.I rented a small wooden house in a human border town—somewhere the wind howled so loudly it could drown out thought itself.Most days, I kept the curtains drawn. The sunlight felt too sharp, too real.I would sit on the sofa for hours without moving.Just breathing.Just trying to forget.But forgetting Julian was like trying to forget how to breathe. He had woven himself into every detail of my life. He wasn't just a memory—he was habit.Once, Kaelen took me out for lunch, trying to coax a smile out of me.A dish of roasted meat was served—something I used to love. Before I could even think, I turned toward the empty seat beside me."Darling, you'll love this," I mur

Chapter 6

When Julian finally saw me—standing in the garden of the small house I rented in the border town—he froze on the spot.For a long moment, neither of us moved.His eyes turned red instantly, as if he had been holding his breath for months.He had searched every continent, turned over every valley, left no place untouched—yet when we finally stood face to face, he looked terrified. Terrified that I was real. And terrified that I wasn't.When his gaze fell on the baby in my arms, his breathing stopped completely."Amanda…" he called my name, his voice breaking into a rasp.I looked at him once, then turned away. "Julian."My tone was as cold as ice."I faked my death because I wanted freedom. But now that you've found me, let's make one thing clear—this is over. You and me. Forever. Don't think you can use guilt to bind me, wear me down, or force me into forgiving you. That won't happen."He stood there, silent.I drew a breath, my body trembling while my voice remained steady.

Chapter 7

The next morning, I was woken by the clatter of dishes downstairs.No matter how tightly I closed my eyes, sleep would not return.When I finally went downstairs, Julian was already there—sleeves rolled up, standing by the stove, pretending everything was normal. The scent of stewed meat filled the kitchen.He looked up the moment he heard me."Lunch is ready," he said softly. "Are you going out?"I grabbed my coat. "Yes."His voice lowered further. "Won't you eat something before you leave?"I met his gaze—cold, unyielding."Every time I see you, I lose my appetite," I said. "If I stay here, I'll starve."The words landed like a slap.He lowered his head, fingers tightening around the edge of the table."Come home early tonight."I gave no reply—only slammed the door shut behind me so hard the frame shook.Outside, the air was fresh. Almost too fresh.I wandered without direction, hands buried in my coat pockets, my mind tangled in knots I could not unravel.Years ago,

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