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.

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 a

my control? I couldn’t let myself be dragged into this again. I had to stop myself from doing something

at my tiny lingerie, barely covering my body. My n*****s hardened as his gaze lingered on my barely covered breasts. His eyes narrow, making me wonder if he knows how responsive they are

gaze drops to them; it slowly travels higher until it

I crave his touch so much? Why do I want him even more than before? Which was crazy considering how much I’ve liked him in

of facing him. I wasn’t dragging myself down

to make him crave me; I wasn’t planning on anything else to happen tonight between us. I was still pissed at

why did he have to cause so many problems between us? And for Anya? She didn’t deserve him from 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 still cared a great deal for her, and I knew that it would continue to bother me for a long

air. Was that because of me? I dare not turn to look at him. Instead, I shut my eyes and tried

to sleep with him lying shirtless next to me. I hadn’t opened my eyes once, but I could still feel his body

eyes flash open when his hand suddenly 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 was unfair that it was

to be able to stare at him now that his eyes were closed. His wet hair had fallen over his forehead, leaving his forehead

and gently push his hair back, it was as stubborn as he

as dark desire washes over me. I could feel the seduction spell on the tip of my tongue, waiting for me

onto him. Atticus’s eyes flash open the moment that I do. I can barely recognize them; they’re dark

he wanted me at this exact moment. Did this mean he could also tell how much I wanted him right

His voice. Why was his voice

he watches me in a way I’ve never seen another man look at a woman. My body

me. I gasp at the rush of emotions that flow

run my hands down his exposed chest; I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’ve dreamt about touching Atticus like this ever since I understood what it meant to love someone. His body trembles under

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

bend towards him so that my mouth is so close to

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

bite down on him as he’d done to me. I’m almost desperate to do it; my body is screaming for me to let

the f**k?” He

some line. His body is shaking with rage, and I’m not

neck. I freeze. What was he doing? I gasp when his hand tightens on my exposed waist as he brings me even closer to him. My body was practically sprawled on top of

perfume over my mark?” He demands.

had caused his sudden anger. He was pissed because I’d covered his scent with another. I didn’t think that would have caused such a

few seconds, still in shock.

sure what he’s doing until he tilts my head to the side and starts to wipe the perfume

that?” I demand as I try to push him away. “I put it there for a reason. It isn’t such a big

and keeps wiping until he’s satisfied with the result, “never put any other scent

last thing

be able to piss him off like this. Now I knew what else could turn on his anger switch; I could use this to my advantage in the future if I wanted to get this reaction out

I can barely breathe when he begins to suck on the skin. I grabbed onto his hair as he assaulted

know that he was this happy because of his mark on me made my knees feel weak, and I wasn’t even standing, which I was grateful for if I had been standing when he’d smiled at me

near my neck as he whispers in a threatening tone, “if you want to make it through the night without my d**k inside

even know how dirty my mind was when it came to him? I wanted that to

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

. . . .

between Atticus and me. I was terrified of myself

it was scary. It knew that it wished for Atticus, and

start that something was off about me? They’ve never told me anything, and I’ve

and Atticus is driving. We’re on our way to

must have seen how stressed I was; it was easy

any sleep last

mirror, and I blush at the look

need to know about your s*x life with Atticus,” Clarissa says as

her words, and I gape at her. How

“you’re mistaken. I just wasn’t

up to the academy. We exit and Damon pulls up right next to us with Anya in the vehicle.

trouble,”

agreeing

beautiful women, this morning,” Anya says,

I hear her

Clarissa doesn’t have a comeback for something Anya has said. Was

me as Anya hooks her arm through Damon’s, and they both begin to walk in

become nice overnight. Just yesterday, she had plenty to say to me in the bathroom, and it was clear that she was up to

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

to class,” Clarissa says.

visibly annoyed 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

I didn’t want to learn about spells; I was afraid my mind would find ways to use them on

made me wonder what else she was hiding. She was a werewolf like the rest of us; she had

rest of 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 we were all accustomed to the

only a matter of time before she showed her proper form. She couldn’t keep this up for

to return home with Damon and Anya; I knew she only did it to be closer to him; she wasn’t joining them

strange. Tyler was looking straight at us, and it looked like he was

possible that I was reading too much into their

something