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.”

man. I don’t have to worry about finding a mate. I want to live my life. I don’t

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

to my sister because of it. His excuse was dumb,

than ever now, and I hate seeing my sister like this; she’s always been one to compose herself, afraid of ruining her reputation. She must be in a lot of pain to do this

do anymore to her reputation; she would regret it

with such a dirty character is given so many good looks as well. Maybe

said a word to each other before. I never thought that I would be in this position; everyone had their phones out, and they were recording every

at least he knows I’m Clara’s younger sister. It would be a shame

including from my sister. No one expected a bookworm like me to do something like that. I punched the most popular guy in our school, for crying out loud. Where

wince from the punch. Instead, he rubs his thumb finger over

me, and I feel like punching him for a second time. I