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.”

It still surprised me 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

touch his cheek and fight back the tears, “I’m scared.”

as his forehead creases.

“Of losing you again.”

shock,

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

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

many challenges

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

him about it. Atticus didn’t know that Azai was my father. I never got the chance to tell him, and

was? On the day that he saw me almost kill Anya, I felt

of my father; I was angry that out of everyone in

hadn’t met her. He’s the reason that I may never find her in this life. He’s the reason why I could never meet my siblings.

and me together. The news was already spreading everywhere now that he

today,” Atticus tells me right before we

be?” I ask, curious and a little upset that he

wants me to look after something important for her. I’ll be home right after.

smile, “drive safely. I’m waiting for

remembering you. With feelings like this, I know that

move when he

to say that Atticus surprised everyone after yesterday. At least he is speaking to you; he isn’t speaking to any of us. The only words he’s said to us

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

everyone had listened to me from

“I know he must have been upset with you for not telling

And then we fell asleep after

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

nod, “I’m terrified of his reaction, but I know it has to be done. Maybe then I can find a way also to break

easy for either of you. I don’t know if telling them is a

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

know that I’ll be there to support you every step of the way.”

person I wanted to see

one invited her.

she thinking about doing now? If Damon nor Dante knew that she was here, it could only

both tensed at his question. She had no reason to be here when her

whispers as she looks over at me. “What

tired of her interference in my life. She needed to know when to give up. Atticus made it clear that he did

can safely say that she was most likely planning on

no for an answer. The

entrance; judging by how they

she mention how I’d almost killed her after she’d pushed me into the pool and

me look bad, but I was not ready to be confronted by

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