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 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

into this again. I had to stop myself from doing something that I may or may

before going lower to stare 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

slowly travels higher until it settles

I want him even more than

facing him. I wasn’t dragging myself down

happen tonight between us. I was still pissed at

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

hear Atticus’s sharp intake of air. Was that because of me? I dare not turn to look at him. Instead, I shut

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

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 so easy for

stare at him now that his eyes were

warning bells in my head, I reach forward and gently push his hair back, it was as stubborn as he was.

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

him. Atticus’s eyes flash open the moment that I do. I can barely recognize them; they’re dark and dangerous and filled with desire. He wants me. I can feel it now that we’re bonded. I can feel how much he craves me at this

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

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

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

watches me. I gasp at the rush of emotions

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 my touch, making me never want to

what I wanted; nothing good 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

me touch him, making me more confident as I bend towards him so that my mouth is so close to his bare chest that if I leaned forward

my nose down the middle of his chest, and I watch as his chest bulges towards me, begging for more attention. I’m doing everything but kissing and

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

f**k?” He growls

rage, and I’m not sure what has caused

on my exposed waist as he brings me even closer to him. My body was practically sprawled on top of

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

have caused such a reaction. It didn’t matter if

unable to move for a few seconds, still in shock. What was so wrong with putting perfume over his mark on my

I’m not sure what he’s doing until he tilts my head to the side and starts to wipe the perfume out of

try to push him away. “I put it there for a reason.

scent on your body

last thing I

turn on his anger switch; I could use this to my advantage in the future if I wanted to get this reaction out of

the bed and covers the mark with his mouth. I can barely breathe when he begins to suck on the skin. I grabbed onto his hair as he assaulted my neck in the most pleasurable way possible. I sigh happily as he doesn’t stop; he keeps sucking on the skin, I know what he’s doing,

at his work; a triumphant smile lights up his face, and I almost drown in it. I’ve never realized how much more beautiful he looked when he smiled. Maybe because I’ve rarely seen him give a genuine smile like this one, to know that he was this happy because of his mark

body with the sheets. Suddenly, his mouth is near my neck as he whispers in a threatening tone, “if you want to make it through the night

he 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 way

to do the smarter thing and finally closed my eyes to get some sleep. There were

. . .

the entire night after what almost happened between Atticus and me. I was terrified

scary. It knew that it wished for Atticus, and because of that,

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

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

I was; it was easy to tell

to get any

the mirror, and

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

words, and I gape at

“you’re mistaken. I just wasn’t able to

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 with Anya in the vehicle. Clarissa and I look at each other when she gets out of

smell trouble,”

agreeing

this morning,”

hear

something Anya has said. Was

Clarissa warns me as Anya hooks her arm through Damon’s,

wouldn’t believe for a second that Anya had magically become nice overnight. Just yesterday, she had plenty to say to me in the bathroom,

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

going to class,” Clarissa says. “I’ll see you

to drop her to class just like he’d done yesterday. Anya looks visibly annoyed that he’s left her to care for Clarissa, but she tries to hide

learn about spells; I was afraid my mind would find ways to use them on the

as 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

hadn’t tried anything stupid today. She was still pretending to be nice to everyone for a change. It

I knew it was only a matter

Anya; I knew she only did it to be closer to

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

reading too much into

say, “did something happen