Chapter 39
The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 39
~AUTUMN~
Anya looks directly at me, and it almost seems like she knows I’m responsible for it. Who else at this
table could have done it? There weren’t supposed to be any witches amongst us.
“Is that a death re she’s giving to you?” rissa asks in disbelief. She attempted to confront her, but
I held her hand to prevent her from making a scene. rissa was not afraid to stand up for herself or
those close to her. I was happy to know she was this fond of me.
We were supposed to be having a peaceful dinner with the family. I didn’t want to cause an uproar for
everyone present, especially not in front of their parents.
“I’ll take you home,” Dante tells her as he puts his arms around her.
“I don’t know what she’s so upset about; she isn’t the one that bought that dress,” rissa says dryly.
“It was Damon who’d gotten it for her, and I’m sure he will get another one now that this one got
ruined.”
I can tell that she’s upset that Damon was the one who’d bought it for her. I knew the bracelet in her
hand was gifted to her by Atticus, and it bothered me every time I had to see it on her.
At least I was the one wearing the ring.
“How can someone like her be blessed with three mates all at once?” I ask. “It just doesn’t seem right
to me. She doesn’t even appreciate them.”
rissa nods, “she was the same way with Atticus until he married you. Now, suddenly she can’t live
without him. I call bullshit. She’s only trying to mess with you. She was never this crazy over Atticus
until he was off-limits. If you ask me, Anya only wants what she can’t have.”
It was true. Everything she’d just said was absolutely true. I’ve been friends with Anya long enough to
confirm it.
Something about Anya felt off to me; I wasn’t able to spot it before, but there was something that stood
out, and I just couldn’t put my finger on it.
What was she hiding from the rest of us?
We watch as she walks away, clutching her dress, “look at how she pushes Dante away when he’s just
trying to help.” rissa points out. “How can he love someone like that? They all deserve better; I’m
happy that at least Atticus could break free from her terrible hold on him, and we all have you to thank
for that, Autumn.”
I smile, happy that at least rissa was grateful I had entered Atticus’s life.
“What are you girls whispering about?” Griffin asks. “Share it with the rest of us. I’m looking forward to
a good story.”
rissa shows him the finger, and their mother tells them to act mature at the table. I’m sure she was
concerned if anyone would record their behavior and have it posted.
“Can someone exin to me what exactly happened here?” Their father asks. “A bowl of soup doesn’t
just magically lift into the air and ssh onto a person. That’s the work of a witch.”
“Someone must have been prying on us,” Griffin suggests. “We’re not alone in the restaurant. Maybe
someone here doesn’t like us or doesn’t like Anya, which is understandable, but that’s the only
exnation I can think of.”
Everyone seemed to ept his exnation for what had happened, but I hadn’t. Anyone would think I
was crazy for believing I was responsible for everything without any proof except that I’d gotten angry
with her, but I knew that it was me. I knew that power had been released from inside of me. I didn’t
know I was capable of this.
After finishing dinner, we all got into separate vehicles to return home.
“I’m surprised you’re not with Anya right now.” rissa points out to Damon. “You’re usually rushing to
be with her whenever she is angry about something.”
He sighs, “it’s Dante’s night to be with her. I’m giving them their time alone.”
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I knew they were her mates, but it still seemed so weird that brothers had to share one woman. It didn’t
seem right.
Atticus is unusually quiet, and I can tell he has plenty on his mind. Was he thinking about the incident
at dinner? Would he find it strange that all these unexinable events only urred whenever I was
around him? I knew that I would be suspicious if I were him.
I breathe a sigh of relief when we’re finally back home.
I was happy to get some time to myself as I all but rushed into the house and straight to our bedroom. It
doesn’tst long, however, as Atticus walks in a few minutes after me and reminds me that this room
also belonged to him.
My heart began to pound loudly as he walked back into the room with his hair slightly wet with nothing
on but short pants. His chest was also damp and glistening. I force myself to look away as he starts to
dry his skin.
I couldn’t let my horny mind control me today. Thest time that happened, I used a seduction spell on
him. I still wasn’t sure if I had been responsible for that, but I wasn’t taking any chances.
I couldn’t deny how good he looked. He wasn’t the only one that could dress inappropriately for bed.
Two can y that game.
I walk back into the bathroom even though he’d seen me there just a while ago. My sister had yed a
prank on me and packed sexy lingerie for me to sleep with . I never thought I would use them until
tonight.
I dabbed some perfume onto my neck, where his mark on me was.
When I step back into the bedroom, Atticus is already lying on his side of the bed.
His gaze lifts to my exposed legs and slowly travels up my body. His jaw clenches, and I swear I saw
his hand grip the sheet to his side, but I might have imagined it.
I try to be seductive as I climb onto the bed, but with my luck, I may have looked slightly retarded. I
tried not to overthink as Iy on top of the covers. I didn’t want to hide under them; I wanted him to see
everything.
His hands are behind his neck, and I can practically hear his loud breathing next to me. Did that mean
that my n was already working? He usually breathed like this whenever he was affected by my
actions.
I’m thinking of something to say to break the tension, but I can’t think of anything. The only thing I could
think of was shouting at him, screaming how much I loved him. To think that I’ve loved him for so long
and he never knew. But I know I can’t tell him yet; I need to make him want me; I need to make him
regret ever choosing Anya over me. Only then would I confess. Only then would I tell what’s been in my
heart all this time.
We both turned on our sides simultaneously, and our gazes met. I held my breath, and I noticed the
way his throat moved as he swallowed hard. I hate how attracted I am to him. It doesn’t help that he
doesn’t have a shirt on. I can see each of his perfectly defined muscles, and they’re screaming for me
to reach out and touch them.
Where was my control? I couldn’t let myself be dragged into this again. I had to stop myself from doing
something that I may or may not regret in the near future. I didn’t trust my feelings; they kept
fluctuating.
His gaze drops to my lip before going lower to stare at my tiny lingerie, barely covering my body. My
n*****s hardened as his gaze lingered on my barely covered breasts. His eyes narrow, making me
wonder if he knows how responsive they are to him.
I rub my legs together, and his gaze drops to them; it slowly travels higher until it settles on the one
area that aches for him.
It’s so unfair. Why do I crave his touch so much? Why do I want him even more than before? Which
was crazy considering how much I’ve liked him in the past.
I shook my head andy down on my back instead of facing him. I wasn’t dragging myself down that
road again, no matter how much my body was screaming for me to let him touch me.
I’d only dressed this way to tease him, to make him crave me; I wasn’t nning on anything else to
happen tonight between us. I was still pissed at him for what he’d done in the past, for the many things
he’s done while trying to protect Anya instead of me.
Just thinking about it drove me up a wall; why did he have to cause so many problems between us?
And for Anya? She didn’t deserve him from the start, and neither did she deserve his brothers. Yet she
was the lucky one to have all three of them, and it had been that way for years. rissa was right. I
was the reason that had changed for Atticus, but I wasn’t sure if it was really over between them.
Atticus still cared a great deal for her, and I knew that it would continue to bother me for a long time.
I run a hand down my body, and I hear Atticus’s sharp intake of air. Was that because of me? I dare not
turn to look at him. Instead, I shut my eyes and tried to think about anything but him.
I’m not sure if a few minutes pass or even hours; all I know i that I haven’t been able to sleep with him
lying shirtless next to me. I hadn’t opened my eyes once, but I could still feel his body heat right next to
me. I could even smell him. On me, on him, his scent was everywhere. It filled his room, and I wish he
didn’t smell so heavenly and masculine all in one.
My eyes sh open when his hand suddenly cups my ass. I wouldn’t exactly call it cupping, his hand
was big, and they were resting there. I look at him, but his eyes are closed, and I wonder if, by some
miracle, Atticus has already been asleep. How could he fall asleep so quickly in a situation like this? I
was still struggling; it was unfair that it was so easy for him while it was difficult for me.
It felt good to be able to stare at him now that his eyes were closed. His wet hair had fallen over his
forehead, leaving his forehead glistening.
Ignoring all the warning bells in my head, I reach forward and gently push his hair back, it was as
stubborn as he was. I watch as it falls back down as soon as I move my hand.
I take a deep breath as dark desire washes over me. I could feel the seduction spell on the tip of my
tongue, waiting for me tomand it, to scream it at the top of my lungs.
My body felt like it had a mind of its own as I moved his hand from my ass and climbed onto him.
Atticus’s eyes sh open the moment that I do. I can barely recognize them; they’re dark and
dangerous and filled with desire. He wants me. I can feel it now that we’re bonded. I can feel how much
he craves me at this exact moment. He craves me so much that it hurts.
It turns me on knowing how much he wanted me at this exact moment. Did this mean he could also tell
how much I wanted him right now? Does he know how much I was dying to have him touch me?
“What are you doing, Autumn?” He asks in a hoarse whisper. His voice. Why was his voice So sexy?
Why did it make me want him more?
His hand travels up my legs and to my waist. His eyes look hypnotized as he watches me in a way I’ve
never seen another man look at a woman. My body shivers, and I want him to always look at me this
way.
One of his fingers traces my belly button while he watches me. I gasp at the rush of emotions that flow
straight through me.
I run my hands down his exposed chest; I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’ve dreamt about touching
Atticus like this ever since I understood what it meant to love someone. His body trembles under my
touch, making me never want to stop.
I should stop this. I shouldn’t give in to what I wanted; nothing good everes from doing what I
wanted. But even though I knew what the right thing to do was, my body had another mind of its own. It
knew what it wanted, and that was the man beneath me.
Atticus lets me touch him, making me more confident as I bend towards him so that my mouth is so
close to his bare chest that if I leaned forward a little, I could kiss each of his hard rock abs.
I run my nose down the middle of his chest, and I watch as his chest bulges towards me, begging for
more attention. I’m doing everything but kissing and licking, even sucking; I’m preventing myself from
doing all those things even though I’m dying to do it.
I let my nose travel to his neck, and he freezes. I’m tempted to bite down on him as he’d done to me.
I’m almost desperate to do it; my body is screaming for me to let it happen.
“What the f**k?” He growls suddenly.
I held my breath, afraid that I’d just crossed some line. His body is shaking with rage, and I’m not sure
what has caused this sudden change in his mood. What had made him so angry in a split second?
To my surprise, he leans into me and sniffs my neck. I freeze. What was he doing? I gasp when his
hand tightens on my exposed waist as he brings me even closer to him. My body was practically
sprawled on top of him, and his nails dug into me as he searched for something.
“Why did you put perfume over my mark?” He demands. “Are you trying to cancel out the scent?”
rm bells rang as I realized what had caused his sudden anger. He was pissed because I’d covered
his scent with another. I didn’t think that would have caused such a reaction. It didn’t matter if it was
another man’s scent on me or an innocent fragrance; he didn’t want anything but him on me.
He lifted me off him and climbed out of bed. I’m unable to move for a few seconds, still in shock. What
was so wrong with putting perfume over his mark on my neck?
Atticus returns from the bathroom a few minutester with a wet cloth. I’m not sure what he’s doing
until he tilts my head to the side and starts to wipe the perfume out of my skin.
“Why are you doing that?” I demand as I try to push him away. “I put it there for a reason. It isn’t such a
big deal, Atticus!”
He holds me still and keeps wiping until he’s satisfied with the result, “never put any other scent on
your body other than mine.” He growls. “It’s the only scent I want to smell on you.”
I gape at him; it was thest thing I was expecting him to say to me.
I never thought that wearing perfume would be able to piss him off like this. Now I knew what else
could turn on his anger switch; I could use this to my advantage in the future if I wanted to get this
reaction out of him.
I gasp when heys me on the bed and covers the mark with his mouth. I can barely breathe when he
begins to suck on the skin. I grabbed onto his hair as he assaulted my neck in the most pleasurable
way possible. I sigh happily as he doesn’t stop; he keeps sucking on the skin, I know what he’s doing,
but I don’t care; I want him to do it.
He pulls away suddenly and stares at his work; a triumphant smile lights up his face, and I almost
drown in it. I’ve never realized how much more beautiful he looked when he smiled. Maybe because
I’ve rarely seen him give a genuine smile like this one, to know that he was this happy because of his
mark on me made my knees feel weak, and I wasn’t even standing, which I was grateful for if I had
been standing when he’d smiled at me like that, I would have ended up in the ground. And that would
have been embarrassing.
Atticusys back down on the bed after covering my body with the sheets. Suddenly, his mouth is near
my neck as he whispers in a threatening tone, “if you want to make it through the night without my d**k
inside of your tight p***y, I’ll suggest that you don’t try teasing me for the rest of the night.”
Does he even know how dirty my mind was when it came to him? I wanted that to happen; I wanted to
be joined by him in every way possible.
But he was right; tonight wasn’t the night. And so, even though I wanted to provoke him some more, I
decided to do the smarter thing and finally closed my eyes to get some sleep. There were many other
opportunities like this shortly, and I would have plenty of chances to seduce him and take what I
wanted from the start.
. . . . . .
I hadn’t slept the entire night after what almost happened between Atticus and me. I was terrified of
myself and how uncontroble I was bing.
It was as though my body wanted to take whatever it craved. That was not okay; it was scary. It knew
that it wished for Atticus, and because of that, it wanted him through any means possible.
Did my parents know the truth about me? Could they tell from the start that something was off about
me? They’ve never told me anything, and I’ve never been able to do things like this in the past.
“Are you okay?” rissa asks me. We’re in the jeep, and Atticus is driving. We’re on our way to the
academy.
She must have seen how stressed I was; it was easy to tell since I hadn’t slept.
“I wasn’t able to get any sleepst night,” I exin.
Atticus looks at me through the mirror, and I blush at the look he gives me.
“I don’t need to know about your s*x life with Atticus,” rissa says as she covers her ear.
Atticus begins to cough at her words, and I gape at her. How could she assume something like that?
My eyes widen, “you’re mistaken. I just wasn’t able to sleep.”
She gives me a look that says she doesn’t believe me, but the conversation ends there as Atticus pulls
up to the academy. We exit and Damon pulls up right next to us with Anya in the vehicle. rissa and I
look at each other when she gets out of the car.
“I smell trouble,” rissa says.
I nod, agreeing with her.
“It’s lovely to see you, beautiful women, this morning,” Anya says, and I almost choked on absolutely
nothing.
Did I hear her correctly?
It’s the first time rissa doesn’t have aeback for something Anya has said. Was she being
friendly for a change?
“She’s definitely up to something,” rissa warns me as Anya hooks her arm through Damon’s, and
they both begin to walk in front of us.
She was correct; I wouldn’t believe for a second that Anya had magically be nice overnight. Just
yesterday, she had plenty to say to me in the bathroom, and it was clear that she was up to an evil
n. Did her sudden behavior change have something to do with it?
Was she trying to be nice to get Atticus to trust her again? I hope he was smart enough not to fall for
her poor acting.
“I’m going to ss,” rissa says. “I’ll see you after.”
I nod, and Damon excuses himself to drop her to ss just like he’d done yesterday. Anya looks visibly
annoyed that he’s left her to care for rissa, but she tries to hide it. She was toote, however; I’d
already seen the look on her face, the real her, not the person she was trying to fool us into thinking
she was.
Unluckily for me, witches were also on the topic for today. I didn’t want to learn about spells; I was
afraid my mind would find ways to use them on the people around me. Yesterday, I hadn’t even used a
spell on Anya; I was just angry when everything sshed over her.
Anya looked uneasy as they spoke about the spells, but it made me wonder what else she was hiding.
She was a werewolf like the rest of us; she had no reason to be this bothered.
The rest of the day went quickly, and thankfully Anya hadn’t tried anything stupid today. She was still
pretending to be nice to everyone for a change. It was a little creepy, considering we were all
ustomed to the horrible side of her.
Why couldn’t she have been this nice from the beginning? I knew it was only a matter of time before
she showed her proper form. She couldn’t keep this up for a long time.
rissa chooses to return home with Damon and Anya; I knew she only did it to be closer to him; she
wasn’t joining them because of Anya.
We were in the jeep, getting ready to back out of the parking lot when I noticed something strange.
Tyler was looking straight at us, and it looked like he was telling something to his teammates. Atticus
wasn’t paying attention to them, but I noticed how angry they all were.
This couldn’t be good. It was possible that I was reading too much into their expressions, but it still
bothered me.
“Atticus.” I say, “did something happen yesterday with Tyler?”
I already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from him.
His hand tightens on the steering wheel, “that’s not important.”
“Of course, it’s important.” I disagree. “Tyler is a part of the fearsome; they’re not a team to y with.”
“I’m not f*****g scared of them, Autumn.” He growls as he reverses and turns onto the road.
I look back at them, and they’re also getting into their vehicles; Tyler isn’t joining them, however. He’s
the only one that stays around.
He didn’t deny that something had urredst night.
“Why do you look so worried?” He asks me.
Damon was driving so quickly that he wasn’t in front of us anymore.
I look back, and they’re still following us.
Before I could respond to Atticus, they overtake us and pull in front of the jeep. Atticus mashes down
hard on the brakes, and the vehicle abruptly stops.
Atticus looks at me, “are you okay?”
I nod as I remove the seatbelt; this was the least of our troubles.
Atticus looks in front of us and mutters a string of curses as he exits the jeep.
They also do the same, and I’m not far behind.
Carter Prince was in front of us, but he was not alone; he had five teammates by his side. They all
looked pissed at Atticus. I didn’t like the situation in front of me; I should have spoken up before it came
to this. I knew that something felt off, but I didn’t want to alert Atticus for nothing. At the same time, I
didn’t think they would stop us in the middle of the road.
Atticus takes a step towards them after ensuring that I was safely tucked behind him, “is there a reason
why you’re blocking my way?”
“Tyler told me something; I want to find out if there is any truth behind it,” Carter says as he flexes his
shoulders.
“Since it doesn’t look like you’re letting us pass, ask away,” Atticus tells him.
I could feel the tension in the air, and my body shook with worry for Atticus. I knew this had to be about
Tyler; why else would his teammates have anything against Atticus?
“Is it true that you and Damon cornered him yesterday?” He asks. “Tell us where Damon is. He’s the
one that punched him and bruised his face, isn’t he?”
Atticus quirks a brow, “My brother Damon? I’m afraid I can’t give you that information.”
Were they looking for Damon? Oh no. Atticus would never tell them where his brother was. I knew that
much about him. This was even worse than I initially thought it was.
Carter takes a step toward him, “are you willing to take the punishment in ce of him for harming one
of our yers?”
Two of them were vampires; the other four were werewolves. I kept looking from one to the other, trying
to remember their weaknesses. I had to do something quickly to prevent this fight from taking ce. It
was six against one; that was not fair at all!
“Atticus,” I whisper. “Let’s go around the other side. Don’t entertain them.”
“I’ll listen to her if I were you,” Carter says. “Just tell us where Damon is, and we will let you go without
causing a scene.”
Atticus grabs him by his t-shirt, “you better stay the f**k away from my brother.”
“Atticus!” I hiss. He was not making this any better by initiating the fight first.
Carter grins, and his smile is scary to me. Before Atticus can see iting, he ms both of their
heads together so that he lets him go.
“Fuck.” Atticus growls.
Within seconds Carter and his three other teammates have shifted into their wolves. Carter’s ck wolf
growls as he moves left to right in front of us. The other three are starting to circle us while the
vampires bare their fangs at him.
I couldn’t ask Atticus to turn away anymore; it was toote for that. They weren’t about to let him get
away without a fight now. He was about to pay the price for Damon hitting Tyler, a member of The
Fearsome Beasts.
I’ve always known they were very protective of their yers, but not once did I think that what
happened yesterday would have led to something this dangerous. I wasn’t even sure that Damon and
Atticus were responsible for the bruise on Tyler’s face. What was meant to be just some innocent
flirting with Tyler to make Atticus jealous had turned into something neither rissa nor me ever
expected.
If I had known Atticus would be in danger because of my actions, I wouldn’t have ever done something
like that. I didn’t think he would have gone as far as to confront Tyler over what we’d spoken about in
front of him. Now, I was left fearing for his safety.
I gasp as Atticus shifts before me to reveal his beautiful grey wolf. It’s the most beautiful grey I’ve ever
seen on any wolf before, and he looks back at me for a second before circling me, protecting me from
the others even though it’s his life that is in danger. They were here for him, not for me.
I looked around us helplessly; there was no one here that could help us. Even if I were to scream, that
wouldn’t be useful to either of us. Instead, it may even make things worse.
The vampire attacks first, and Atticus grabs him by his leg and flings him to the side. Before he can
prepare, Carter’s wolf grabs him by his neck, and I scream when I see blood.
Atticus looked back at me to make sure that I was okay, and when he had confirmed it for himself, he
mmed Carter’s wolf against another one.
They were moving so quickly that I couldn’t keep up. I kept seeing blood and hearing ws tearing skin
as they continued to fight against each other.
Even though Atticus was powerful, it was hard for him to fight against all five of them at once. As soon
as he attacked one of them, the other five were on him simultaneously before he could recover from
thest.
This wasn’t happening.Never once did I ever think I’ll be in a situation where I would have to see
Atticus beaten up in front of me, and there was absolutely nothing that I could do about it.
Carter’s wolf cries out when Atticus bites down hard on his leg,but he doesn’t take long to recover as
he grabs him by his neck again, and they both tackle each other on the ground.
I gasp when the other two wolves trample down on Atticus’s wolf and keep him down on the ground,
buried beneath them.
They’ve trapped him.
My heart is racing in horror as I watch them begin to bite and scratch at him.
When he cries out, Ipletely lose all control. A scream rocks our surroundings, and it’s only then
that I realize it ising from me. Something unbelievable happens next, the werewolves, as well as
the vampires,are lifted off Atticus and thrown into the air.