The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 63

The moment Atticus and I stepped into the Academy, all eyes were on us. I’m guessing that they all expected to see him with Anya. They were all in for a shock, especially since he held my hand in his as we walked through the hallway.

When we reach my locker, Atticus surprises me as he leans into me, trapping me against it.

What was he trying to do in front of everyone?

“Everyone is looking,” I whisper. I needed to remind him that we were in public and surrounded by people. And everyone was indeed still looking at us. They hadn’t stopped since we stepped into the hallway together.

“And?” he asks, not the least bit bothered.

What did he mean by that? How could it not bother him that they were staring at us?

“What are you doing?” I ask as I try not to look around us nervously. It may be easy for him to ignore everyone else, but it wasn’t for me.

“I want to remember you.” He says as his lips near mine. “I want to do everything we did in the past; I want to try everything possible to remember every second I spent by your side.”

My breath hitches; it’s the last thing I expected him to say. Why did he choose now, when we were in front of so many people, to tell me something like this?

“They’re still looking,” I whisper.

“Let them look.” He growls. “I’m allowed to kiss my wife.”

I don’t have time to ponder his words as his lips cover mine. His kiss was rougher than last night, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to stop myself from falling to the ground. I needed his support to keep myself standing.

I wanted him to remember me, also. Every single second we spent together was special to me. I didn’t want those memories to be gone for good. But so far, there were no signs that Atticus remembered anything from our marriage before the accident.

“They’re taking pictures.” I gasp between his kisses.

“I don’t f*****g care.” He growls. “I want them to.”

He swallows my next word with a deeper kiss, and all I can do is hold onto him.

He wanted them to take pictures of us kissing. Why?

Was he intentionally doing this in front of everyone? Did he have a purpose for it?

“Why?” I ask, almost breathlessly, as he moves from my lips to my neck.

“Because I want the news to spread. I want them to treat you like a Fawn, like my wife; I want them to respect and protect you. I want them to know that what I had with Anya is over, even if I can’t remember our marriage. This is the best way to get all of that done.” He tells me as his lips move to my mark. I gasp when he bites down on it, “I want them to know that you’re my mate. I don’t remember marking you. All the feelings were there, and it was the only reason I had a clue—my scent on you. My feelings for you. The way I couldn’t walk into a room without wanting to pick you up and have my way with you, it all shouted the truth to me, but I kept thinking that something had to be wrong.”

Even I didn’t understand how our bond worked. At first, I thought that Anya was his mate, but I had no idea when that changed. All of the feelings were there for me, but nothing made sense. Damon and Dante were still mates with her, then why did Atticus bond with her break? That wasn’t something that could easily happen.

I gasped when he leaned forward and kissed my forehead, “I’m sorry for not recognizing you as my wife sooner.”

that he chose to stay with me after finding the truth. It turns out that even though Atticus didn’t have our memories, all of his feelings for me were definitely still

cheek and fight back the tears,

as his forehead

“Of losing you again.”

eyes widen in shock, “you

anything.” I remind him. “There always seems to be something or someone trying

around my neck and he leans his forehead against mine, “I’m not going to let anything separate us. I promise you this. I’ll fight for you always. Even without any of my memories I will make it my business to protect

the many challenges we still have to face together.

want to ask you.” He says suddenly. “I still don’t know the details of the accident. I don’t know what caused it except that you were in danger. I want to talk more about that. Not right now, but I definitely want to know who was responsible for hurting you on that

that Azai was my father. I never got the chance to tell him, and I didn’t even know how to begin to

kill Anya, I felt that even then, he was

of everyone in this world, he was the one that was responsible for

that I may never find her

that he was with me again. They were all asking for Anya. I’m not sure where she was, but again,

you home today,” Atticus tells me right

I ask, curious and a little

mother just called. She wants me to look after something important for her.

safely. I’m

regret not remembering you. With feelings like this, I know that you must have flipped my life upside down in the best way possible.

his words. I could barely move when he put me back down on the ground and rushed over to his

you; he isn’t speaking to

sure that he would eventually forgive all of you. It’s still plenty for him to come to

nods, “if everyone had listened to me from the beginning, we wouldn’t

you a hard time last night?” Damon asks me. “I know he must have been upset with you

down. And then we fell asleep after talking for a little. We have

in her gaze, “does it have to do with your father? Are you planning

terrified of his reaction, but I know it has to be done. Maybe

for either of you.

when you choose to keep a secret in this family.” I point out. “I should at

know that I’ll be there to support you every step of the way.” She promised me as she held my hand in

last person I wanted to see today. We’d just pulled up to the house, and unfortunately, this

now. No one invited

hell was she thinking about doing now? If Damon nor Dante knew that she

tensed at his question. She had no reason

this is a good sign,” Clarissa whispers as she looks over at me.

how to answer that question. There’s no telling what scheme Anya was planning again. I was tired of her interference in my life. She

me, I can safely say that she was most likely planning on something much worse than

take no for an answer. The more Atticus pushes her away,

entrance; judging by how they looked at

them? Did she mention how I’d almost killed her after she’d pushed me into the pool

sure how far she’d gone while trying to make me look bad, but

please.” His mother says in a stern voice. “There are a few questions we would like