The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 267

Book 4 Chapter 2

~SCARLETT~

I couldn’t believe this. Carter has been cheating on my sister all this time? What the hell is wrong with him? She’s perfect in every way; she’s the best girlfriend any man would want. How on earth could he do this to her?

I couldn’t stand here and watch this like Clara’s so-called friends. We weren’t that close, but she was still my sister. I would not let some loser hurt her in front of hundreds of other students.

I push Amy out of my way and storm toward them. No one is paying any attention to me, but when have they ever done that? I was almost invisible, and even though I loved that about my life, I was finally stepping into the spotlight today to save my sister.

“How could you?” I hear Clara scream as I grow closer to them.

He doesn’t answer her; he gives her zero explanations.

“How many were there?” She demands from him. “Did you sleep with the entire school? How many were there, Carter? I thought you loved me. I foolishly trusted every word that came out of your filthy mouth. You’re a disgusting piece of s**t, and I hope you one day suffer like what you’re doing to me today.”

I don’t have to worry about finding a mate. I want to live my life. I don’t plan on ever settling down. Not for you, not

generations. His family is the only one of our kind that was not blessed with mates. It sounds unbelievable since mates are the one thing separating werewolves from everyone else. I don’t know the exact story, but they were cursed. Because of this, they can date freely without worrying about their mate getting offended since they

an a*s to my sister because of it. His excuse was dumb, and

been one to compose herself, afraid of ruining her reputation. She must be in a lot of pain to do this out in the

do anymore to her reputation;

a dirty character is given so many good looks as well. Maybe that’s why his character is so poor: because of his eyes, he thinks he’s better than everyone else. He thinks that he can treat anyone in

our house multiple times, but he’s always stayed locked up in my sister’s room. He never stayed over for dinner with my parents, and we never said a word to each other before. I never thought

Clara’s younger sister. It would be

can see it coming, I punch him straight in his lips. There are shocked gasps around us, including from my sister. No one expected a bookworm like me to do something like

he rubs his thumb

sister, you dumb jerk!” I shout. He quirks a brow at me, and I feel like punching him for a second time. I grab Clara’s hand and pull her