The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 35

~AUTUMN~

Atticus had just marked me. How was that even possible when we weren’t even mates? How was he able to mark me, and why does it feel this way? Why does it feel like we are mates when it simply wasn’t possible? I would have recognized him as my mate a long time ago if that was true. But all I’ve ever known was that I loved him, nothing else.

The feelings inside of me have only intensified now that we are bonded. I wanted him more than ever. How could he do this when I was finally trying to move on? Or at least pretending that I was ready to move on.

He lifts his body completely off mine so that he can now look me straight in the eyes.

“Now everyone will know that you’re f*****g mine. Nothing will ever change that.” He repeats.

I gape at him as he storms out of the room.

It took my body a while to get used to the bond; I was still in shock by his actions. What made Atticus mark me? He wasn’t making any sense. One minute he was running to be by Anya’s side, and the next, he was calling me his. Why was he this conflicted over what he wanted?

Still, I can’t deny the joy I felt knowing he refused to divorce me. It’s all I wanted, a sign that showed that I should still fight for him. This was the sign I needed. If he wasn’t willing to let me go, it meant that there was something between us; I hadn’t imagined it. He felt it too.

I’ve been trying to be nice to Anya because of our past, but I was done now. The voice note was the last straw. It was clear to me now than ever how badly she wanted to end my marriage. I was not about to let that happen.

I would have been in that hospital with Atticus if I thought she was indeed injured. I didn’t believe it one bit. I knew it was just Another excuse to get Atticus closer to her. It did work, but it also gave me the courage to start fighting for my happiness. I was always so concerned about others and what made them happy; I kept doing things with consideration for everyone’s feelings but mine. I wasn’t going to do it anymore.

I never truly wanted to divorce Atticus; I was just angry. But now I was glad I’d done that. It made me see that he didn’t want to divorce me, and it also got him to mark me. Something that I didn’t even think was possible until now.

This wasn’t something that I would be able to hide. Anyone would be able to smell him on me after today; they would know I belonged to him. Just like women would realize he belongs to me.

What possessed him to do this after always running to Anya’s side? Why did he choose today of all days when I asked him for a divorce?

Was that the way to get him to be ultimately mine? To act like I didn’t want him to begin with?

The academy was resuming classes tomorrow. This meant that things were about to get twice as tricky. Everyone at school would be keeping a close eye on us. They would be watching every little move waiting for one of us to slip up so that they could leak the information to any popular magazine. It’s not like they needed the money; only scholarship students would benefit from making money from leaking a story. The others were doing it for fun.

I force myself out of bed to look at the fresh mark on my neck. I still couldn’t believe he’d done this to me. Atticus Fawn had just marked me. This was the last thing I would ever expect from him. I knew we were forced into this marriage by our families, but no one forced him to join us in this way. Atticus chose to do this out of his own free will.

I slowly touch it and gasp at the rush of emotions that swarmed into my body from that little contact. Touching it made me want him even more. Was that how it felt for all who were marked?

I couldn’t let him know how much this affected me. I realize now that everyone was right from the start; I was too nice. It’s why I kept getting hurt. No matter how hard it was, I had to start fighting back for what I wanted.

Anya started this war, and I was going to end it. She knew what she was doing; It was no longer just because she wanted Atticus; she was purposefully trying to hurt me. I wasn’t having any of it anymore.

They would both see a side of me they’d never seen before. My eyes flash to a bright purple, and I gasp. I cover my mouth with my hand. How did my eyes change color? I blink, and it returns to normal. Had I just mistaken that?

The anger I felt inside was unlike anything I’d felt in the past. I was almost scared of myself or the person I’d just seen in the mirror. She looked like someone that could quickly go out of control.

I shook that thought out of my head. I was reading too much into it. I didn’t plan on leaving this room for a long while. I needed time to think about things and how I would deal with Anya and Atticus in my way.

. . . . . .

It was the first day back at the academy as a married woman. I was now officially part of the Fawn family. We’d connected our families and, in turn, made us more powerful than we already were.

Atticus didn’t return to our room yesterday. Part of me was disappointed, but the other half was relieved that I had gotten some time to come to terms with everything that had happened between us. No one had mentioned anything about him marking me, and it feels weird to me that they refused to acknowledge it.

The stares that went my way as I stepped through the door to the academy proved my earlier thoughts. Atticus is by my side, and I know I’ll have to get used to all the extra attention now that he’s by my side. It’s not just him; Clarissa, Damon, and Dante are behind us. Anya was still in the hospital, but I knew she was most likely faking it, hoping that Atticus would worry about her and rush to see her again. I was pleased he hadn’t done it, but I didn’t want to jinx it. I kept trying to act like I still enjoyed the idea of divorce, but I didn’t want to push him over the edge, either.

Damon separated from us to walk Clarissa to her class; she was in a lower level than the rest of us.

The stares don’t stop even when we step into the classroom.

“The Fawns are late.” Mr. Samuel announced. “Let’s give them a round of applause for keeping that tradition alive.”

My cheeks are red. I was never late to class in the past, but I’m a Fawn now as well, aren’t I? Things were different now. It felt that way. . . Different. I hadn’t gotten used to it yet.

“Our topic today is witches.”

Witches. Again?

“And a few important spells. Some that can cause more harm than good.” He says, pointing at the slides on the board.

“First, the infamous love spell.”

More like a dangerous love spell. I’ve heard of many stories where witches made men think they were in love with them, breaking up families and couples everywhere. There were some selfish witches, and then the good ones stopped them. The world was a constant battle between good and evil.

“I hope none of the witches in this classroom are planning on memorizing this spell to use on their crushes.” He warned. “I’m only making you aware. Let me clarify that no one is to practice any of these spells. They are very dangerous and can cause plenty of damage to those around you, including yourself.”

last spell for the day happens to be the

need to know a spell like this? I didn’t like the idea of forcing someone to

must repeat the words three times with a deep desire for it to work.”

my heart desires;

times. The class barely pays attention; they’re too busy making fun of the spell, laughing

spell again, Atticus is next to me, and

hand tightens on the edge of the desk. Why was I thinking

end of class. I didn’t want to

to Clarissa’s classroom,” Damon says

leaving the academy now,” Dante informs

me

silent as Dante walks away. He looks down at me, and I think he knows exactly what I’m thinking. Our gazes lock, and I try not to be affected by his beautiful

give me

as I realized what I was doing. Why was I repeating a spell in my mind? What

thinking of the spell. It’s not like I’m a witch, and the spell would work

lit candle around us. There was nothing for the spell to work, so

catch up with him. Maybe Clarissa can help break this tension between

It’s almost like she was expecting Damon to come for her. Was

classroom for something, and I’m not

“How was class today?”

him, “it was wonderful.

her and then gives Damon a weird look. So I’m not the only one noticing their reaction to each other? Clarissa

spoken much to each other since he marked me. I know that there is plenty for the

clears her throat, “should we give the two of you

anything, players run our way, chanting ‘the fearsome,’ catching

fearsome beasts, our academy’s football team. Every one of those

bonded, the feelings have intensified to the

struggling just as much as I was? The fact that we were bonded meant that I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. He would

Griffin shouts. “You almost knocked down

us, and Atticus slowly lets

that.”

fearsome recently. Are you planning on rejoining the

shoulders, “I’m still thinking about

to you about,” Damon says suddenly to Atticus. They both excuse themselves and leave the three of us

the fearsome and also the man that broke Clara’s heart. I didn’t like him after knowing what he did to her. Cheating was

it’s just the two of us now,” Clarissa says as she looks around us. “I heard what happened. Atticus should have never left you behind after he heard what happened to Anya. I know she faked everything. It must have been her plan all

that trip between us; if anything, it separated us more after she sent that

“I realize now how stupid I’ve been trusting her all these years. All the signs have always been there; I just chose to ignore them. I wanted to save our friendship, but I realize now that there was

hear you say this. I’ve always felt like it was just me against Anya all these years. The guys have always been so blind around her. She would do awful things, and they would forgive her in the blink of an eye. It’s good to know someone

these two gorgeous women in front of me.” Tyler, one of the

same look. We didn’t like him

I be lucky to take home tonight after we win the

give her a confused look. She nods her chin to the right, and it’s only then that I see Atticus looking our way. He wasn’t the only one; Damon was

“Clarissa’s right. Maybe you can take the both of us out

to flirt with another guy when I was married to Atticus, but I was only doing it to get him mad. I wanted him to feel what I felt every time he ran to Anya when he should have stayed with me. There were too many times to count. Every time I allowed myself to fall more

it was up to him to

like the touch Atticus gives to me. I pull back but try

will be at the game tonight. I hope you don’t disappoint us.” I

girls tonight after we’re holding the

leaves. “I can tell you hated

to read?” I ask her. If she could figure it out, then

. . .

~ATTICUS~

another man near my wife. Who the f**k did he think he was? Everyone in this school knew she was f*****g mine; marking her should have kept

him? First, she asked me for a divorce, and now she was flirting with a man that wasn’t

my woman. He wouldn’t even look at her after today. Hopefully, it would be a lesson to any other

knew that everyone noticed already, it wasn’t hard to notice her scent on me or mine on hers, but Damon was the first to mention it to me.

explain either of these feelings. They’re both different but strong in their ways. I’m puzzled. It doesn’t matter what I feel for Anya; however, Autumn is my wife; I’m done hurting her because of Anya. I know where my priorities are now; I shouldn’t have left her at Austin’s like that. I was wrong. I’m trying to fix it, but I’m unsure if she will let me. I feel

did it take me so long to feel a strong connection with Autumn? Why did I mark her when she asked for a

done better as your brother. I’m not going to insist that you look after Anya now; I understand it’s not your place anymore. Autumn

feel at peace inside. There was this wedge between us for the longest while, but with

grin, “where did all of that come

of it anytime soon. That’s the first, and the last time

in a more serious tone. I want him to know just how much those words have impacted me. “That means more

you still.” He notes. He could always read me well. He never paid much attention until now; maybe that’s why he’s now noticing

me since yesterday. I haven’t been able to wrap my finger around it, and

I marked Autumn, I could taste

he asks. “Did it not taste as good as you’d think it would?” he