Page 42 of Amaris Rejected

Dear Diary,

I followed Devon around all day to ensure he stayed away from other females. I didn’t want him to find his mate. But, of course, he meets her. I only step away for one minute to use the bathroom. When I return, I see them sitting by the fire, mooning over each other. It makes me sick. She can't have him.

Love, Jeni

With every entry Jeni makes, the lies continue to unravel. Not only will this serve as solid evidence for the mate bond tampering charges, but it’s also slowly curing me of any loyalty or trust I ever had for Jeni. She and Luna Garnet Quinn are the most manipulative and underhanded females I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.

Dear Diary,

Sheila came up with a great idea. I’m going to lie to my dad and tell him I’m pregnant with Devon's pup. Sheila said I could hurry up and marry him, then get myself pregnant for real. I’m so excited! I know this will work.

Oh, and as Sheila and I walked across the field at the Meet-and-Greet, I met my mate. Hahaha, he’s pathetic. When I rejected him, he fell to the ground crying. His name is Beck Kason. I’m going to be Jeni Wright, not Jeni Kason.

Love, Jeni

It keeps getting worse. The blinders are off, and I can see things for what they truly are now. As I read, the weekend unfolds from Jeni’s perspective, which is not so innocent.

Dear Diary,

My plan worked! Since I followed Devon and his mate last night, I knew where they were staying, so I rushed to their door and waited while Alpha Wright mind-linked Devon during his "honeymoon.” This morning, after hearing about my “pregnancy,” Devon bolted out of their room so quickly that it was hilarious. I was waiting just outside and put on the doe-eyed, crying act I’ve perfected. It works every time. That female never stood a chance with me in the picture.

Love, Jeni

I grip the book with both hands, ready to tear it to shreds; Rue is salivating. He wants to destroy Jeni so badly. I stop myself just short of ruining it. I know it needs to be preserved as evidence. I flip to the present-day entries.

I’m horrified by the name that jumps out when I turn a few pages—"Zoe.”

Dear Diary,

If Amaris or Zoe get in my way, I am not above getting rid of them. After all, my mother told me she killed her true mate with poison so she could be with my dad. She always says true love trumps true mate.

Love, Jeni

Goddess! What could have happened to my Zoe if Amaris hadn't been so vigilant? She is the light of my life right now.

I read on:

Dear Diary,

I got Amaris's cell number from Devon’s phone. I'm going to send her some photos I secretly took the night I drugged him and made it seem like we’d been intimate. It's nothing inappropriate, but I do have pics from when he passed out.It looks as though we’re both nude, and I turned his head to kiss him. You can’t tell he wasn’t kissing me back. I'll send those to Amaris and see how long she sticks around. Hahaha!

Love, Jeni

I reach into my desk drawer and take out the phone we confiscated from Jeni. It still has a slight charge. I’m disgusted by what I see when I turn it on and open her photos—so many of her kissing, hugging, and curling up on top of me. I didn't pose for anything like these photos. It's then I realize that I didn't actually have sex with Jeni. She drugged me, and if we did have any sexual contact, it was non-consensual.

I flip to her messages and find where she recently sent some of the photos to Amaris. No wonder Amaris wouldn’t give me the time of day.Why had she never mentioned these to me?

“She thinks they’re real,”Rue interjects.“She’s not going to fight for an unfaithful mate.”

I sigh, knowing the truth is, I’ve been drugged, and magic and manipulation have been used on me. I need to talk to Amaris about these photos and what really happened. I’ll send her a copy of these diary entries to help shed light on it all. Of course, she’s always had Jeni’s number, so she won’t be surprised at the lengths Jeni went to in order to create her own narrative.

Slamming the journal shut, I toss it in the drawer. "Evidence,” I say to myself so that I won’t destroy it. I can't read anymore, or I'll be sick. But it will be used as evidence to put them away for good."

My Beta Dale raps on the door as he opens it. "Hey, are you ready for this conference call?"

I tap the file on my desk, "Yeah. Are Hill & Fillion here?”

"Yes. They are waiting for us at the conference table."

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