Unfiltered Diaries: A Steamy Collection (Long Version)의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 48

I sat on the cold hardwood floor of my apartment, still staring at the door Rhys had walked through. I had no idea how long I had been sitting there.My brother’s handwriting was still fresh in my mind, especially the little things I knew so well, the way he made his L’s and the small flick he always added to his T’s. I just realized that I literally spent six months trying to prove that my brother was innocent, and now I had a notebook that apparently proved the complete opposite.Something about it still bothered me. I got up from the floor and grabbed my phone from the counter before opening the pictures taken at the bank.I went through them again, zooming in on the page Rhys had shown me and compared the handwriting with the other entries, looking at the ink and the strokes more carefully this time. That was when I noticed it.The ink on that particular entry was slightly darker, and the writing looked too neat compared to the rest.I zoomed in even more.“No.”I looked at it ag

~ZaraThe howl was too close. My heart was hammering against my ribs, not from fear, but from the sheer, electric thrill of it. I looked at the vampire, his dry skin covered with my blood, his eyes cold and predatory. If the scout saw him, it would be a bloodbath. Not because I cared about the vampire’s life, but because I wasn't ready to stop this. I wasn't done being ruined."Get back," I hissed, shoving him hard. He didn't budge at first, his strength immense, but he saw the look in my eyes. He melted back into the thick, oppressive shadows of the pines, disappearing like a ghost.I didn't have time to cover myself. I stood there, naked and glistening, my thighs smeared with his cold cum and my shoulder still stinging where he’d fed. I wiped a streak of blood from my lip and put on my meanest, most arrogant face just as the scout burst through the brush.It was Jax. He was a lean, twitchy male with a nose for trouble. He stopped dead, his eyes scanning me from my blood-stained cla

~ZaraVesper’s cabin was two miles north, buried so deep in the pines that I’d have sworn it didn’t exist. It smelled like old books, woodsmoke, and her. Kael carried me the last half mile, because my legs had stopped taking orders somewhere around “this isn’t wolf blood.”“I can walk,” I told him.“You can’t.”“I can crawl, which is basically walking as well.”He didn’t laugh, but his mouth twitched. I counted it as a win. Inside, Vesper lit a fire and dropped a heavy black robe over my shoulders. Then she poured wine into three glasses and set one in front of me like I wasn’t about to throw it at her face.“Talk,” I said.“Your mother.” Vesper sat across from me. “What do you remember?”“Nothing. She died when I was four. The Alpha’s father took me in.” I shrugged, because I’d had twenty years to practice that shrug. “Rogue attack. That’s the story.”“It’s a good story.” Vesper turned her glass slowly. “Your mother wasn’t a wolf, Zara. She was a Moonborn.”Kael became quiet. “That’

~ZaraShe lit candles around the room, and I suspected it was only because she needed something to do with her hands. Kael undressed in the firelight while I watched the long pale lines of his back, where my claws had marked him two nights ago, and when he turned to face me, he stood perfectly still and waited. Vesper let her red dress fall to the floor and stood at his side, pale as moonlight, and for once she did not smile.“On your knees, slut,” I said. They knelt together on the rug before the fire, and I circled them slowly, naked, with my pulse climbing steadily higher. The hook tugged once inside me, a spiteful little pull of warning, and I breathed through it and kept walking until I came to a stop in front of Kael.“You first.”He tilted his head and bared his throat to me. My fangs lengthened of their own accord, sharp and aching, and I realized with a startled thrill that I had never let them show in front of anyone in my life. I leaned down and pressed my tongue to the ski