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.”

this. 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 me were definitely still there. That’s the main reason for

touch his cheek and fight back the

whispers as his forehead creases.

“Of losing you again.”

widen in shock, “you never

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

promise you this. I’ll fight for you always. Even without any of my memories I will make it my business

it’s hard knowing the many challenges we still have to face together.

that you were in danger. I want

about it. Atticus didn’t know that Azai was my father. I never got the chance

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

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

angry with what he’d done to my mother; he was why I 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. I felt sick

that he was with me again. They

will carry you home today,” Atticus tells

a little upset that he would

after something important for

safely.

when he lifted me into his arms and hugged me tightly in front of everyone else. “I regret not remembering you. With feelings like this, I know that you must have flipped my life upside

weak in my stomach from his words. I could barely move when he put me back down on the ground and

teases me. “I have to say that Atticus surprised everyone after yesterday. At least he is speaking to you; he isn’t speaking to any of us. The

still plenty

everyone had listened to me from the beginning, we wouldn’t be in

you a hard time last night?” Damon asks me. “I know he must have been upset with you for not

but eventually, he calmed down. And then we fell asleep after talking for a little. We have more to talk about

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

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

“they’re not going to make it easy for either of you. I don’t know if telling them is

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

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

wanted to see today. We’d just pulled up to

one invited her. No one

was she thinking about doing

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

as she looks over at me. “What do you think she’s

planning again. I was tired of her interference in my life. She needed to know when to give up. Atticus made it clear that

she’d tried to drown me, I can safely say that

answer to that question; even I’m worried about her next move. Anya doesn’t take no for an answer.

were already waiting for us at the entrance; judging by how they looked at me, I could safely say that she’d told them something that could

how I’d almost killed her after she’d pushed

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

please.” His mother says in a stern voice. “There are