The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 290 ~CARTER~

Tonight was a f*****g full moon. It was the one night of every month that my family dreaded the most.

Our dark secret.

I close my eyes while holding onto the ball in my hand. I sensed Alaric just as he tried to take it from me.

“You’re too slow,” I say as I shoot and score.

I open my eyes to see his amused smile.

“We have incoming!” He shouts as Armando rushes for the ball.

Alaric grabs it in time, but Apollo shoves him, allowing Ares to snatch it.

We were all lining up for tonight. It was our last game before my mother locked us all up in separate rooms, chained to the ground.

Blaze, Cole, and Conor didn’t have to worry about this sickness. It only happened once we turned seventeen. At the age of twenty-one, I was used to this by now, but it still was not something I enjoyed going through every f*****g month.

Ares grins when he shoots and

when Armando rips

a good

we were having some fun

calls. “You know what time it is. That’s enough games. We can’t waste any more time. I

Ten minutes to midnight.

I f*****g hate this.

frustration. He always knew when

know your assigned rooms.” She says. She gives each of us a kiss

basement and into our rooms. Not our bedroom, the space used to chain and trap us

a sick curse in my mind. I didn’t understand what our ancestors could have possibly done to be given

hunting. Not for an animal, but for women to f**k over and over again until the beast was satisfied. Usually, that wouldn’t be a problem for me; I’ve slept around with many women. However, this was different; we didn’t know what we

woman or women that we met during the full moon had consented to s*x or not. That’s where the problem came in. It was a

feel sick

he was locked up and wouldn’t roam around sleeping with other women because of this. It didn’t work. She didn’t want to hear a single thing any of us had to say. I know that he’s trying to win her back, but she’s too disgusted by him to stay

us all feel sick inside, but we were learning to

wasn’t something we could control. It came and went as it pleased every full moon night. It was one night where we would lose all