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.

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 shirt on. I can see

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

My n*****s hardened as his gaze

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

his touch so much? Why do I want him even

head and lay down on my back instead of facing him. I wasn’t dragging myself down that road again, no matter how much

I was

and it had been that way for years. Clarissa was right. I was the reason that had

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

pass or even hours; all I know i that I haven’t been able to sleep with him lying shirtless next to me. 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

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 so easy for him while

be able to stare at him now that his eyes were

all the warning bells in my head, 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 seduction spell on the tip of my tongue, waiting

I moved his hand from my ass and climbed onto him. Atticus’s eyes flash open the moment that I do. I can barely recognize them; they’re dark and dangerous and filled with

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

His voice. Why was his voice So

watches me in a way I’ve never seen another man look at a woman. My body shivers, and I want him to

belly button while he watches me. I gasp at the rush of emotions that flow

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

wanted. But even though I knew what the right thing to do was, my body had another mind of its own. It

bend towards him so that my mouth is so close

begging for more attention. I’m doing everything but kissing and

he freezes. I’m tempted to bite down on him as he’d done to me. I’m almost desperate to do it; my

the f**k?” He growls

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 him so angry in a

me and sniffs my neck. I freeze. What was he doing? I gasp when his hand tightens on my exposed waist as

He demands. “Are

scent with another. I didn’t think that would have caused

climbed out of bed. I’m unable to move for a few seconds, still in shock. What was so wrong with putting

I’m not sure what he’s doing until he tilts my head to the side and

I try to push him away. “I

and keeps wiping until he’s satisfied with the result, “never put any other scent on your body other than mine.” He growls.

him; it was the last thing I was

I knew what else could turn on his anger switch; I could use this to my advantage in the future

assaulted my neck in the most pleasurable way

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 on me made my knees feel weak, and I wasn’t even standing, which I was grateful

tone, “if you want to make it through the night without my d**k inside of your tight p***y, I’ll suggest that you don’t try teasing me for the rest of the

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

though I wanted to provoke him some more, I decided to do the smarter thing and finally closed my eyes to get

. . .

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

was as though my body wanted to take whatever it craved. That was not okay; it was scary.

Could they tell from the start that something was off about me? They’ve never told me anything, and

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

stressed I was; it was easy to tell since

get any sleep last night,”

and I blush

don’t need to know about your s*x life with Atticus,” Clarissa says as

gape at her. How could she assume something like

“you’re mistaken. I just

gives me a look 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

trouble,” Clarissa

agreeing

beautiful women, this morning,” Anya says, and I

hear her

comeback for something Anya has

as Anya hooks her arm through Damon’s, and they both

believe for a second that Anya had magically become nice overnight. Just yesterday, she had plenty to say to me in the bathroom, and it was clear that she was up to an evil plan. Did her sudden behavior change

be nice to get Atticus to trust her again? I hope he was smart enough not to fall for her poor

going to class,” Clarissa says.

to care for Clarissa, but she tries to hide it. She was too late, however; I’d already seen the look on her face,

also on the topic for today. I didn’t want to learn about spells; I was afraid my mind would find ways to use them on the people around me. Yesterday, I hadn’t even used

as they spoke about the spells, but it made me wonder what else she was hiding. She was a

to be nice to everyone for a change. It was a little creepy, considering we were all accustomed to

I knew it was only a matter of time before she showed her proper form. She

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

back out of the parking lot when I noticed something strange. Tyler was looking straight at us, and it looked like he was telling something to his teammates. Atticus wasn’t paying attention to them, but I noticed how angry

good. It was possible that I was reading too

say, “did something happen yesterday