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.

grins when he

when Armando rips the ball from his hand and

good game!”

having some fun before

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

Ten minutes to midnight.

I f*****g hate this.

shoulder as we walk towards my mother. He can always sense my frustration. He always knew when it was becoming

says. She gives each of us a kiss on the cheek before

didn’t say anything to each other as we walked down to the basement and into our rooms. Not our bedroom, the space used to

understand what our ancestors could have possibly done to be given

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

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

sick

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

ourselves also. It made us all feel sick inside, but we were learning to live with it. We were also constantly searching for ways

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