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

doesn’t get to brag anymore when Armando rips the

good

was. At least we were having some fun before

That’s enough games. We can’t

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 good

She gives each of

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

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

full moon had consented to s*x or not. That’s where

made me feel sick

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 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 married to him. I knew it was only a matter of time before she threw divorce papers in his face,

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

could control. It came and went as it pleased every full moon night. It