The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 39

~AUTUMN~

Anya looks directly at me, and it almost seems like she knows I’m responsible for it. Who else at this table could have done it? There weren’t supposed to be any witches amongst us.

“Is that a death glare she’s giving to you?” Clarissa asks in disbelief. She attempted to confront her, but I held her hand to prevent her from making a scene. Clarissa was not afraid to stand up for herself or those close to her. I was happy to know she was this fond of me.

We were supposed to be having a peaceful dinner with the family. I didn’t want to cause an uproar for everyone present, especially not in front of their parents.

“I’ll take you home,” Dante tells her as he puts his arms around her.

“I don’t know what she’s so upset about; she isn’t the one that bought that dress,” Clarissa says dryly. “It was Damon who’d gotten it for her, and I’m sure he will get another one now that this one got ruined.”

I can tell that she’s upset that Damon was the one who’d bought it for her. I knew the bracelet in her hand was gifted to her by Atticus, and it bothered me every time I had to see it on her.

At least I was the one wearing the ring.

“How can someone like her be blessed with three mates all at once?” I ask. “It just doesn’t seem right to me. She doesn’t even appreciate them.”

Clarissa nods, “she was the same way with Atticus until he married you. Now, suddenly she can’t live without him. I call bullshit. She’s only trying to mess with you. She was never this crazy over Atticus until he was off-limits. If you ask me, Anya only wants what she can’t have.”

It was true. Everything she’d just said was absolutely true. I’ve been friends with Anya long enough to confirm it.

Something about Anya felt off to me; I wasn’t able to spot it before, but there was something that stood out, and I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

What was she hiding from the rest of us?

We watch as she walks away, clutching her dress, “look at how she pushes Dante away when he’s just trying to help.” Clarissa points out. “How can he love someone like that? They all deserve better; I’m happy that at least Atticus could break free from her terrible hold on him, and we all have you to thank for that, Autumn.”

I smile, happy that at least Clarissa was grateful I had entered Atticus’s life.

“What are you girls whispering about?” Griffin asks. “Share it with the rest of us. I’m looking forward to a good story.”

Clarissa shows him the finger, and their mother tells them to act mature at the table. I’m sure she was concerned if anyone would record their behavior and have it posted.

“Can someone explain to me what exactly happened here?” Their father asks. “A bowl of soup doesn’t just magically lift into the air and splash onto a person. That’s the work of a witch.”

“Someone must have been prying on us,” Griffin suggests. “We’re not alone in the restaurant. Maybe someone here doesn’t like us or doesn’t like Anya, which is understandable, but that’s the only explanation I can think of.”

Everyone seemed to accept his explanation for what had happened, but I hadn’t. Anyone would think I was crazy for believing I was responsible for everything without any proof except that I’d gotten angry with her, but I knew that it was me. I knew that power had been released from inside of me. I didn’t know I was capable of this.

After finishing dinner, we all got into separate vehicles to return home.

“I’m surprised you’re not with Anya right now.” Clarissa points out to Damon. “You’re usually rushing to be with her whenever she is angry about something.”

He sighs, “it’s Dante’s night to be with her. I’m giving them their time alone.”

I knew they were her mates, but it still seemed so weird that brothers had to share one woman. It didn’t seem right.

Atticus is unusually quiet, and I can tell he has plenty on his mind. Was he thinking about the incident at dinner? Would he find it strange that all these unexplainable events only occurred whenever I was around him? I knew that I would be suspicious if I were him.

I breathe a sigh of relief when we’re finally back home.

I was happy to get some time to myself as I all but rushed into the house and straight to our bedroom. It doesn’t last long, however, as Atticus walks in a few minutes after me and reminds me that this room also belonged to him.

My heart began to pound loudly as he walked back into the room with his hair slightly wet with nothing on but short pants. His chest was also damp and glistening. I force myself to look away as he starts to dry his skin.

I couldn’t let my horny mind control me today. The last time that happened, I used a seduction spell on him. I still wasn’t sure if I had been responsible for that, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

I couldn’t deny how good he looked. He wasn’t the only one that could dress inappropriately for bed. Two can play that game.

I walk back into the bathroom even though he’d seen me there just a while ago. My sister had played a prank on me and packed sexy lingerie for me to sleep with . I never thought I would use them until tonight.

I dabbed some perfume onto my neck, where his mark on me was.

When I step back into the bedroom, Atticus is already lying on his side of the bed.

His gaze lifts to my exposed legs and slowly travels up my body. His jaw clenches, and I swear I saw his hand grip the sheet to his side, but I might have imagined it.

I try to be seductive as I climb onto the bed, but with my luck, I may have looked slightly retarded. I tried not to overthink as I lay on top of the covers. I didn’t want to hide under them; I wanted him to see everything.

His hands are behind his neck, and I can practically hear his loud breathing next to me. Did that mean that my plan was already working? He usually breathed like this whenever he was affected by my actions.

I’m thinking of something to say to break the tension, but I can’t think of anything. The only thing I could think of was shouting at him, screaming how much I loved him. To think that I’ve loved him for so long and he never knew. But I know I can’t tell him yet; I need to make him want me; I need to make him regret ever choosing Anya over me. Only then would I confess. Only then would I tell what’s been in my heart all this time.

turned on our sides simultaneously, and our gazes met. I held my breath, and I noticed the way his throat moved as he swallowed hard. I hate how attracted I am to him. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t have

I couldn’t let myself be dragged into this again. I had to stop myself from doing something that I may or may not regret in the near future. I didn’t trust my feelings;

n*****s hardened as his gaze lingered on my barely covered breasts. His eyes narrow, making me wonder if he

legs together, and his gaze drops to them; it slowly travels higher until it settles on the one

him even more than before? Which was crazy considering how much I’ve liked

of facing him. I wasn’t dragging myself down that

to make him crave me; I wasn’t planning on anything else to happen tonight between us. I was still pissed at him for what he’d done in the past, for the many things he’s done while trying to

the start, and neither did she deserve his brothers. Yet she was the lucky one to have all three of them, and it had been that way for years. Clarissa was right. I was the reason that had changed for Atticus, but I wasn’t sure if it was really over between them. Atticus

and I hear Atticus’s sharp intake of air. Was that because of me? I

I hadn’t opened my eyes once, but I could still feel his body heat right next to me. I could even smell him. On me, on him, his scent was everywhere. It filled his room, and I wish he didn’t smell so heavenly and masculine all

cups my ass. I wouldn’t exactly call it cupping, his hand was big, and they were resting there. I look at him, but his eyes are closed, and I wonder if, by some miracle, Atticus has already been asleep. How could he fall asleep so quickly in a situation like this? I was still struggling; it

to be able to stare at him now that his eyes

I reach forward and gently push his hair back, it was as stubborn as he was. I watch as it falls back down as soon

the tip of my tongue, waiting for me to command it, to scream it at the top

can barely recognize them; they’re dark and dangerous and filled with desire. He wants me. I can

me on knowing how much he wanted me at this exact moment. Did this mean he could also tell how much I wanted him right now? Does he know how much I was dying to have him touch

you doing, Autumn?” He asks in a hoarse whisper. His voice. Why

my waist. His eyes look hypnotized as he watches me in a way I’ve never seen another man look at a woman. My body

button while he watches me. I gasp at the

long. I’ve dreamt about touching Atticus like this ever since I understood

ever comes from doing what I wanted. But even though I knew what the right thing to do was, my body had another mind of its own. It knew what it wanted, and that was

me more confident as I bend towards him so that my mouth is so close to his bare chest that if I leaned forward a little, I could kiss each of his hard rock

and I watch as his chest bulges towards me, begging for more attention. I’m doing everything but kissing and

down on him as he’d done

the f**k?” He growls

held my breath, afraid that I’d just crossed some line. His body is shaking with rage, and I’m not sure what has caused this sudden change in his mood. What had made

his hand tightens on my exposed waist as he brings me even closer to him. My body was practically sprawled on top of him, and his nails dug into

perfume over my mark?” He demands. “Are you trying to cancel

another. I didn’t think that would have caused such a reaction. It didn’t matter if

him and climbed out of bed. I’m unable to move for a few seconds, still in shock. What was so wrong with putting perfume over his mark on my

the bathroom a few minutes later with a wet cloth. I’m not sure what he’s doing until he tilts my head to

to push him away. “I put it there for a reason. It isn’t such a big

satisfied with the result, “never put any other scent on your body other

him; it was the last thing I was expecting him

able to piss him off like this. Now I knew what else could turn on

hair as he assaulted

know that he was

is near my neck as he whispers in a threatening tone, “if you want to make it through the night without my d**k inside of your tight p***y, I’ll suggest

even know how dirty my mind was when it came to him? I wanted that to happen; I wanted to be joined by him in every

provoke him some more, I decided to do the smarter thing and finally closed my eyes to get some sleep. There were many other opportunities like this shortly, and I would have plenty of chances to seduce him and take what I wanted from the

.

almost happened between Atticus and me. I was terrified of myself and how

was scary. It

something was off about me? They’ve never told me anything, and I’ve never been able to do things like this

in the jeep, and Atticus is driving. We’re on

have seen how stressed I was; it

to get any

at me through the mirror, and I

s*x life with

and I gape at

widen, “you’re mistaken. I just

that says she doesn’t believe me, but the conversation ends there as Atticus pulls up to the academy. We exit and Damon pulls up right next to us

trouble,” Clarissa

agreeing

to see you, beautiful women, this morning,” Anya says, and I almost choked on

hear her

for something Anya has said. Was she being friendly

her arm through Damon’s, and they both begin to walk in front

had plenty to say to me in the bathroom, and it was clear that she was up to an evil plan. Did

Atticus to trust her again? I hope he was smart enough

Clarissa says.

that he’s left her to care for Clarissa, but she tries to hide it. She was too late, however; I’d already seen the look on her face, the real her, not the person she was trying to fool us into thinking she

was afraid my mind would find ways to use them on the people around me. Yesterday, I hadn’t even used a spell on Anya;

they spoke about the spells, but it made me wonder what else she was hiding. She was a werewolf like the rest of us; she had no reason to

the day went quickly, and thankfully Anya hadn’t tried anything stupid today. She was still pretending to be nice to everyone for a change. It was a little creepy, considering

it was only a matter of time before she showed her proper

I knew she only did it to be closer to

straight at us, and it looked like he was telling something to his teammates. Atticus wasn’t

possible that I was reading too

something happen yesterday with