The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 183

Book 3 Chapter 19

~DANTE~

What the f**k was wrong with me?

Why did I lose control like that? When I saw Willow inside that room, waiting eagerly and all innocently for a stranger that she didn’t even know, everything snapped.

The kiss was supposed to be a lesson; there wasn’t even supposed to be a kiss. That decision happened in a split second.

Atticus grabs my arm the second I exit the room, “what’s wrong?”

“Willow was inside that room,” I answer him.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever been this angry. I was f*****g furious, and I didn’t know how to calm down.

Why did she tell me that she wouldn’t take part if she were going to do the exact opposite?

“She was?” Atticus asks. “I wonder why she said differently. So she’s the person you were referring to earlier? The one that lied to you.”

I run a hand down my face. “I told her how many f*****g assholes attended this Academy, and she still chose to participate. Kissing wasn’t the only thing that could have happened inside that room with one of those assholes.”

“Did you just storm off on her like that?” Atticus demands. “You should have spoken to her. Find out why she did it. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”

“To hear her say what?” I demand. “That she wanted to kiss a random stranger?”

“We don’t know if that’s what happened.” He disagrees. “Why are you behaving like this? Why are you so angry?”

deep for an answer to his question. The first thing I could think

to make her last wishes come true. If Willow lies to me again, I won’t always be there to protect her. I don’t want to disappoint Anya even if she isn’t here. I

looks around us, checking if anyone is

you’ve always

second I spent with Anya still lives rent-free in my head. I’m not going to magically forget about it

fall in

safely?” I ask my brother, stopping him from finishing that

I asked him, “And what about you? Where do

my jaw, “I can’t stay here. I have to go somewhere to clear my head. If I don’t, I might

However, I was too angry to

And there was one thing that had proven in

could ask questions. I’m sure he had an idea of where I was going. He knew that the fighting ring was where I went when

surprised that he didn’t do

the vehicle, I quickly got in and pressed my forehead against the steering wheel. Things kept getting worse for me. Whenever I felt like this, the first thing I did was look for

of my pocket

my fingers and

to kiss her,” I whisper. “I’m so

felt like I had betrayed her in some way. Crossing her was something I would

the

me to marry your sister Anya?” I asked the picture in front of

my pocket and dialed a