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.

when he

to brag anymore when Armando rips the ball

good game!” Alaric

was. At least we were having some fun

games. We can’t waste any more time. I can’t stop all of

Ten minutes to midnight.

I f*****g hate this.

walk towards my mother. He can always sense my frustration. He always knew

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

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

curse in my mind. I didn’t understand what our ancestors could have

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

the 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 sickness, and

made me feel sick to my very

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.

disgusted by ourselves also. It made us all feel sick inside, but we were learning to

as it pleased every full moon night.