The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

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The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 77

~AUTUMN~

“I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing, mother,” I whisper. “Atticus hasn’t returned. It’s been hours. I

think we should go to them. I know where he is.”

“I’m sure Atticus is okay.” She promises me. “If he were in pain, you would have felt it. The fact that

you’re still standing means that he is okay. I’m sure he’s already on his way back home.”

“I’m scared,” I confess. “So many things have happened to us in the past few days; I’m terrified that

something will separate us again.”

She hugs me, “if he doesn’t return within half an hour, we will go with you.”

“Thank you, mom,” I tell her as I hug her tightly.

I was restless; I wanted to have him near me as soon as possible.

We’d managed to stop the fire with the help of hundreds of people who were friends with my parents.

The mansion was still in a terrible state, but at least it hadn’t completely burned down. The Fawns had

enough money to fix it in a short period. Their lives were more important than anything else. I was still

hopeful that his parents were okay.

“I hear something,” I shout as I hear a vehicle approaching. I don’t wait for my mother as I storm out of

the parking lot and towards the mansion’s entrance.

Atticus is already out of the jeep even before it stops, and my face lights up to see him. I run towards

him, and his hands grip my waist as he lifts me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and

held on for my life.

“That’s it; I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” I tease him. “I’m so happy that you’re back.

Where are your parents?”

“We’re right here, Autumn.” His mother tells me.

Atticus placed me back onto the ground, and I ran towards them. They both hugged me.

“I’m so happy that you’re both okay.”

“And we’re happy that you are. Life wouldn’t have been the same without you in our lives, Autumn. We

still believe that you’re the only woman for our son, and we want to give a proper apology for what

we’ve put you through when we learned of your background.”

I shook my head, “it’s okay. It’s in the past. I know why you did it.”

Mr. Fawn smiles, “I hope your parents can also forgive us for everything.”

“I think they already did,” I confess as I point toward their home. “It would have been burnt to the

ground if they didn’t bring friends to help save what was left of it. I think they’ve already put everything

behind them.”

Things in my life were already looking brighter. The Fawns and the Riveras were good friends again.

We had all survived the battles thrown our way these past few weeks. And Atticus and I have never

been more in love with each other.

“What on earth happened here?” Someone asks behind us.

It was Gerard Fawn. Atticus’s grandfather. He had finally returned.

“Grandfather!” They all called to him as they ran to hug him tightly. He clearly wasn’t aware of anything

we’ve been through the past few weeks.

“I leave you guys for a few weeks, and this is what happens?” He demands. “You burnt our home!”

“We have a lot of updates for you,” Atticus informs him.

“Maybe we should start with letting him know my real family’s background,” I tell Atticus.

His grandfather looks at me without a sign of shock on his face, “you’ve finally figured out that your

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father is Azai Reign.”

We all gasp.

“How did you know this?” I ask, confused.

“My wife, she was very close to you. I convinced Atticus to marry you because that’s what she wanted.

She wanted you to marry into our family. Your biological mother was like a daughter to her. She loved

her plenty, and she promised to keep a close eye on you. As you grew up, she fell in love with you like

you were her own granddaughter. She knew who you were since the beginning because your mother

told her the truth.”

All this time, Atticus’s grandmother knew my true identity. She loved my mother like her own daughter. I

couldn’t believe this.

“Why didn’t you tell us the truth?” Atticus asks.

“Your grandmother promised me to let you find out on your own. She knew the moment Autumn found

out; her life would be in danger. She wanted to make sure that she was ready for the truth.”

I can’t fight back the tears at his words. I loved her plenty. I cried a lot when she died. She was also like

a grandmother to me. Not many had a kind heart as she did.

“I’m happy I listened to you, grandfather,” Atticus confessed. “Marrying Autumn is the best thing that

ever happened to me.”

He chuckles, “didn’t I tell you that?”

He nods and grins, “I should listen to you more often from now on.”

. . . . . .

We were back at my home since the mansion was under construction after the fire.

Atticus was staying in my room. His family was staying in some of our guest rooms. We were like one

big happy family, at least for now. His parents and my parents were close once more like they’d never

even fought to begin with. I was delighted to see that their friendships weren’t broken.

“I’m surprised you listened to me,” Atticus whispers as he kisses my neck. We were finally settled in my

room, and I was happy to have him all to myself.

I giggle against his kisses, “I knew I had to let you win at least one battle on your own.” I tease him.

“Surprisingly, I wasn’t even the one to kill that witch.” He says in deep thought. “Clarissa is stronger

than I expected her to be.”

“You need to start having more faith in the women of this family.” I tease him. “We can take care of

ourselves.”

He chuckles, “I know you can take care of yourself. It’s just something inside me that wants to keep you

away from danger as much as possible.”

I kiss his cheek, “I know what you mean. I’m always looking for ways to keep you safe also.”

He nibbles on my neck, and my body slowly drifts closer to his.

“You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the beginning.” I tell him as I tighten my hold around his neck.

“No one is ever going to step between us again.”

He moves his lips to my cheek, and I happily let him kiss me all over my face.

He smiles against my mouth, “I’m happiest being yours. I will never willingly want anyone else but you.

I love you, Autumn. I love you so much. I never want to leave your side. I can’t wait to spend the rest of

my life with you.”

I shiver when he runs his hand down my body, “it feels good to remember everything about you. Like

that night in the spring.”

I blush, and he kisses each of my fingers, “can you be more beautiful?”

I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed onto his lap to straddle him.

“What do you remember from that day?” I whisper as I grind my body against his.

His breath hitches, “I remember how beautiful you looked. How irresistible you were to me. How hard it

was not to touch you in the dirty ways my mind wanted me to.”

I gasped when his hands grabbed my hips and guided my body in slow circular motions.

I could feel his d**k stir against my lower half, and so did my hunger for him.

“Do you remember the first time you were inside me?” I tease as I unzip his pants. I wanted to feel him,

and I didn’t want to wait anymore. We’ve been apart for too long.

“How could I forget?” He growls as his grip on my waist tightens.

I playfully nibbled on his ear, “but you did forget. Remember?”

He groans, “I’m still killing myself inside for forgetting Autumn. I wish I never had.”

“Shhh, I’m not complaining,” I tell him. “I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just saying that maybe you

needed a reminder, that’s all.”

He pauses, and the desire in his eyes intensifies, “a reminder?”

I gently pull his d**k out of his pants and stroke it a little, “yes. A reminder.”

His breath hitches, and he mumbles a few curse words.

“f**k. Autumn.” He growls.

“Do you need a reminder?” I whisper as I tease him.

“I think I do, sweetheart.” He whispers like he’s in pain.

“First. Tell me, Atticus, what it feels like being inside of me?” I whisper.

I didn’t want to make it easy for him. I wanted him to work for it. Besides, I enjoyed teasing him. I can

do this for as long as our need for each other allows.

“It felt like drowning, but in a good way.” He hissed when my fingers tightened around him. “Like I was

finally where I belonged. It felt like something I should have been doing for years before. It felt like

happiness. For once, I felt like the missing puzzle in my life had finally been found.”

His hands move to my hips as he grinds our bodies together. “f**k, this feels so good.”

I tease his lips and feel his growl against me.

“I can’t f*****g wait anymore, Autumn.” He hissed as he ripped my clothes off my body.

I cry out when he covers my breast with his mouth and simultaneously thrusts his d**k into me. Before I

can cry out his name, he covers my lips with his mouth, and I gladly swallow his kiss.

Atticus pulls out slowly and pushes into me harder than before. He repeats that motion, and I happily

let him lead.

“I love you so much.” I cry out.

He bites down hard on my neck as he buries his seed inside of me. “I don’t think I’ll ever find the right

words to tell you how much I love and need you in my life. Please never leave me again.”

My body drops onto his, and we both fall onto the bed, “I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”

He smiles and strokes my back with his fingers. We stay like that for a few minutes before he speaks

again, “there’s something that has been bothering me.”

I lift my head from his chest to look at him, “what’s wrong?”

“It’s about Anya.” He answers me. “The witch said that Anya was under her spell all this time, and that’s

why she’s been acting so crazy lately.”

“Does it mean that Anya isn’t as bad as we thought she was?” I ask. “Has she been under the witch’s

spell all this time?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’m not completely sure. I don’t know exactly what happened between them.

But Damon and Dante are convinced that the witch is telling the truth. They want to protect Anya at all

costs. I was too tired to fight with them over her. All we can do now is keep a close eye on her and see

for ourselves if her behavior has improved now that the witch is gone from our lives for good.”

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I wanted to believe this. I wanted to believe that Anya still had some good in her. If it was true, how long

was she under the spell for?

I didn’t want to waste any time thinking about Anya. We’ve already wasted so much time on her.

“Let’s not talk about Anya anymore,” I tell him. “Let’s talk about us.”

“Us?” He whispers.

“Yes,” I say. “What do you think our child will look like? Do you think he will look more like you or me?”

His eyes widen, “our child?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m not pregnant. But I’m speaking about the future. I’m curious.”

He laughs and covers my body with his, “how about we make it happen so that we can answer your

question?”

I giggled as he covered my lips with his.

I loved him so much. I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

“I love you, Autumn Rivera Fawn.” He breaks the kiss long enough to tell me this.

“And I love you, Atticus.”

~THE END~

A/N:

Hi, my beautiful readers. We have come to the end of another book. I would like to thank each of you

for supporting me from the beginning to end. Thank you for your patience, your kind words, your

support, and for simply being my loyal readers.

I would like to let you know that the second book on the Fawns will continue right after this chapter. It is

the first time I’m doing a continuation with my books like this. Since Damon and Clarissa’s story

overlaps with Autumn’s and Atticus’s story, the second half of this book will focus on Damon and

Clarissa. It will continue right here, and the first chapter is up next.

TEASER:

My f*******n Step-brother:

“Clarissa!” Damon hissed. “What are you doing?”

I don’t stop unbuttoning my jeans. He had to know how I truly felt about him, and this was the best way

for me to show it to him.

“Stop that.” He growls.

I don’t listen to him. Instead, I pulled the pants down and slowly turned around so he could have a nice

view of my a*s.

I heard his breathing get louder and felt satisfied.

I knew that he could see the tattoo of his name on the exposed skin. It’s been hard hiding it all this

time. Whenever we went swimming, in a pool, or on the beach, I wore clothes to hide them. He’s the

first person besides the tattoo artist that had it done for me to see it this close.

My body is filled with a sudden heat knowing that he was watching me, watching it.

Finally.

. . . . . . .

To my readers who will stop here, thank you so much for supporting me till the end. Also, I know many

of you may be upset that Anya wasn’t caught in this book, but she is a main part of the second book,

and it had to be done this way. I’m sorry if this may have disappointed any of you:(

And to my readers who have been with me since my first book on Dreame, I can’t tell you how much

you mean to me. You keep me going, and you give me the support I need when I feel down. I love you

all so much and hope you enjoy my next work as well. I’m forever thankful, and I always say this, I’m

thankful for God, he’s blessed me with each of you, and I’m so grateful because of him.

May God bless each of you. Onto the next story❤

Lots of love,

Laura.

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