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

anymore when Armando rips the ball from his

good

we were having

what time it is. That’s enough games. We can’t waste any

Ten minutes to midnight.

I f*****g hate this.

towards my mother. He can always sense my frustration. He always knew when it was becoming too much for me. Alaric was a

assigned rooms.” She says. She gives each of us a

our rooms. Not our bedroom, the space used to chain and trap us from doing what the curse forced

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

went 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 were doing. We would wake up the next day and not remember anything about

or not. That’s where the problem came in. It was a sickness, and I was ashamed of it. I was not okay with

sick to my very

Alaric’s wife is planning on leaving him soon. She’d screamed and cried for hours the first day she learned about our curse. He’d managed to hide it for months, but she eventually got suspicious when he disappeared on every full moon. We tried to explain to her that 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

sick inside, but we were learning to live with it. We were also constantly searching for ways

It came and went as it pleased every full moon night. It was one night where we