The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 35

~AUTUMN~

Atticus had just marked me. How was that even possible when we weren’t even mates? How was he able to mark me, and why does it feel this way? Why does it feel like we are mates when it simply wasn’t possible? I would have recognized him as my mate a long time ago if that was true. But all I’ve ever known was that I loved him, nothing else.

The feelings inside of me have only intensified now that we are bonded. I wanted him more than ever. How could he do this when I was finally trying to move on? Or at least pretending that I was ready to move on.

He lifts his body completely off mine so that he can now look me straight in the eyes.

“Now everyone will know that you’re f*****g mine. Nothing will ever change that.” He repeats.

I gape at him as he storms out of the room.

It took my body a while to get used to the bond; I was still in shock by his actions. What made Atticus mark me? He wasn’t making any sense. One minute he was running to be by Anya’s side, and the next, he was calling me his. Why was he this conflicted over what he wanted?

Still, I can’t deny the joy I felt knowing he refused to divorce me. It’s all I wanted, a sign that showed that I should still fight for him. This was the sign I needed. If he wasn’t willing to let me go, it meant that there was something between us; I hadn’t imagined it. He felt it too.

I’ve been trying to be nice to Anya because of our past, but I was done now. The voice note was the last straw. It was clear to me now than ever how badly she wanted to end my marriage. I was not about to let that happen.

I would have been in that hospital with Atticus if I thought she was indeed injured. I didn’t believe it one bit. I knew it was just Another excuse to get Atticus closer to her. It did work, but it also gave me the courage to start fighting for my happiness. I was always so concerned about others and what made them happy; I kept doing things with consideration for everyone’s feelings but mine. I wasn’t going to do it anymore.

I never truly wanted to divorce Atticus; I was just angry. But now I was glad I’d done that. It made me see that he didn’t want to divorce me, and it also got him to mark me. Something that I didn’t even think was possible until now.

This wasn’t something that I would be able to hide. Anyone would be able to smell him on me after today; they would know I belonged to him. Just like women would realize he belongs to me.

What possessed him to do this after always running to Anya’s side? Why did he choose today of all days when I asked him for a divorce?

Was that the way to get him to be ultimately mine? To act like I didn’t want him to begin with?

The academy was resuming classes tomorrow. This meant that things were about to get twice as tricky. Everyone at school would be keeping a close eye on us. They would be watching every little move waiting for one of us to slip up so that they could leak the information to any popular magazine. It’s not like they needed the money; only scholarship students would benefit from making money from leaking a story. The others were doing it for fun.

I force myself out of bed to look at the fresh mark on my neck. I still couldn’t believe he’d done this to me. Atticus Fawn had just marked me. This was the last thing I would ever expect from him. I knew we were forced into this marriage by our families, but no one forced him to join us in this way. Atticus chose to do this out of his own free will.

I slowly touch it and gasp at the rush of emotions that swarmed into my body from that little contact. Touching it made me want him even more. Was that how it felt for all who were marked?

I couldn’t let him know how much this affected me. I realize now that everyone was right from the start; I was too nice. It’s why I kept getting hurt. No matter how hard it was, I had to start fighting back for what I wanted.

Anya started this war, and I was going to end it. She knew what she was doing; It was no longer just because she wanted Atticus; she was purposefully trying to hurt me. I wasn’t having any of it anymore.

They would both see a side of me they’d never seen before. My eyes flash to a bright purple, and I gasp. I cover my mouth with my hand. How did my eyes change color? I blink, and it returns to normal. Had I just mistaken that?

The anger I felt inside was unlike anything I’d felt in the past. I was almost scared of myself or the person I’d just seen in the mirror. She looked like someone that could quickly go out of control.

I shook that thought out of my head. I was reading too much into it. I didn’t plan on leaving this room for a long while. I needed time to think about things and how I would deal with Anya and Atticus in my way.

. . . . . .

It was the first day back at the academy as a married woman. I was now officially part of the Fawn family. We’d connected our families and, in turn, made us more powerful than we already were.

Atticus didn’t return to our room yesterday. Part of me was disappointed, but the other half was relieved that I had gotten some time to come to terms with everything that had happened between us. No one had mentioned anything about him marking me, and it feels weird to me that they refused to acknowledge it.

The stares that went my way as I stepped through the door to the academy proved my earlier thoughts. Atticus is by my side, and I know I’ll have to get used to all the extra attention now that he’s by my side. It’s not just him; Clarissa, Damon, and Dante are behind us. Anya was still in the hospital, but I knew she was most likely faking it, hoping that Atticus would worry about her and rush to see her again. I was pleased he hadn’t done it, but I didn’t want to jinx it. I kept trying to act like I still enjoyed the idea of divorce, but I didn’t want to push him over the edge, either.

Damon separated from us to walk Clarissa to her class; she was in a lower level than the rest of us.

The stares don’t stop even when we step into the classroom.

“The Fawns are late.” Mr. Samuel announced. “Let’s give them a round of applause for keeping that tradition alive.”

My cheeks are red. I was never late to class in the past, but I’m a Fawn now as well, aren’t I? Things were different now. It felt that way. . . Different. I hadn’t gotten used to it yet.

“Our topic today is witches.”

Witches. Again?

“And a few important spells. Some that can cause more harm than good.” He says, pointing at the slides on the board.

“First, the infamous love spell.”

More like a dangerous love spell. I’ve heard of many stories where witches made men think they were in love with them, breaking up families and couples everywhere. There were some selfish witches, and then the good ones stopped them. The world was a constant battle between good and evil.

“I hope none of the witches in this classroom are planning on memorizing this spell to use on their crushes.” He warned. “I’m only making you aware. Let me clarify that no one is to practice any of these spells. They are very dangerous and can cause plenty of damage to those around you, including yourself.”

last spell

Why would anyone need to know a spell like this? I didn’t like the idea of forcing

to work.” He explained as he

heart desires; with

to activate. Then you must repeat the person’s full name three times. The class barely pays attention; they’re too busy making fun of the spell, laughing at the

spell again, Atticus is next to me, and I suddenly have this

edge of the desk. Why was I thinking like this? It

I didn’t want to hear more of these spells;

Damon says

Dante informs Damon. “Someone has to

nods, “call me if anything serious

ask for an update on Anya, but to my surprise, he doesn’t say anything. He’s silent as Dante walks away. He looks down at me, and I think he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Our gazes lock, and I

fire, give me what

what I was doing. Why was I repeating a spell in my mind? What on

thinking of the spell. It’s not like I’m a witch, and the spell would work on

for the spell to work,

catch up with him. Maybe Clarissa can help break this tension between us. I needed a distraction from Atticus, anything that

us. It’s almost like she was expecting Damon to come for her. Was this something he

seem like it wasn’t unusual. He truly was very protective when it came to her. He scans the classroom for something, and I’m not sure what he’s looking for. He seems satisfied with whatever he sees as

“How was class today?”

“it was wonderful. I’m just glad

then gives Damon a weird look. So I’m not the only one noticing their reaction to each other? Clarissa barely hid her emotions around Damon; he, on the other hand, was harder to read

look up at Atticus once more, and he catches me looking at him. We haven’t spoken much to each other since he marked me. I know that there is plenty for the both of us to say to each other, but for some reason, there never seems to be the right

her throat, “should we give

say anything, players run our way, chanting ‘the fearsome,’

by them. They were members of the fearsome beasts, our academy’s football team. Every one of those players was

on my body. Now that we were bonded, the feelings have intensified to the point that I

as I was? The fact that we were bonded meant that I wasn’t the only

shouts. “You

us, and Atticus slowly lets

about that.”

of time with the fearsome recently. Are you planning on

“I’m still thinking

wanted to talk to you about,” Damon says suddenly to Atticus.

and also the man that broke Clara’s heart. I didn’t like

must have been her plan all along. The moment she learned that you and Atticus had left alone to help Austin and his family, she’d grown hysterical. I know she devised that plan last minute to get Atticus

between us; if anything, it

save our friendship, but I realize now

years. The guys have always been so blind around her. She would do awful things, and they would forgive her in the blink of an eye. It’s good to

women in front of me.” Tyler, one of the players from the fearsome, says. He was sweaty and

gave each other the same look. We

I be lucky to take home tonight after

right, and it’s only then that I see Atticus looking

smile flirtatiously, “Clarissa’s right. Maybe you can take the both of us out to dinner if you

felt every time he ran to Anya when he should have stayed with me. There were too many times to count. Every time I allowed myself to fall more for him, he

it was up to him to fight

his touch feels; it’s nothing like the touch Atticus gives to me. I pull back but try to play it off with a

will be at the game tonight. I hope you

see you girls tonight after we’re holding the

sighs when he leaves. “I can tell you

ask her. If she could figure it out, then Atticus

. . . .

~ATTICUS~

he think he was? Everyone in this school knew she was f*****g mine; marking her should have kept him

entertaining him? First, she asked me for a divorce, and now she was flirting with a man that wasn’t me. Autumn was pushing my limit now. I can’t remember

would make sure it’s the last time he ever steps near my woman. He wouldn’t even look at her after today. Hopefully, it would be a lesson to any

away from Autumn and Tyler. I knew that everyone noticed already, it wasn’t hard to notice her scent on me or mine on hers, but Damon was the first to mention it to me. I knew it was only a matter of time before

don’t know. . . I feel so confused. She felt like my mate right before I marked her. More than Anya ever did. But something still pulls me towards Anya even though I marked Autumn. I can’t explain either of these feelings. They’re both different but strong in their ways. I’m puzzled. It doesn’t matter what I feel for Anya; however, Autumn is my wife; I’m done hurting her because of Anya. I know where my priorities are

thoughts. Why did it take me so long to feel a strong connection with Autumn? Why did I mark her when she asked for a divorce, and why was it even

going to insist that you look after Anya now; I understand it’s not your place anymore. Autumn should come first. It’s the right thing to do anyway. I’m glad that you’re choosing to

made me feel at peace inside. There was this wedge between

all of that come

look for more of it anytime soon. That’s the first, and the last time

tone. I want him to know just how much those words have impacted me. “That means

seems to be bothering you still.” He notes. He could always read me well. He never paid much attention until now; maybe that’s

haven’t been able to wrap my finger

I marked Autumn, I could

not taste as good as you’d think it