The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 79

Book 2 Chapter 2

Dante seems to sense the tension between Anya and me. “Let’s get to class, everyone.”

He always tries to keep things calm between us. She may have the others fooled by her recent change

in behavior, but not me.

“Take Anya with you,” Damon tells Dante. The four of them have the same class, unlike me.

“Where will you be?” Anya asks him.

“I want to make sure Clarissa gets to class without anyone harassing her.” He explains to her.

My heart does that little jump when he makes small gestures like this to keep me safe.

“I think she’s old enough to care for herself, Damon.” She tells him gently, but I can hear the edge in

her voice.

“It is okay—”

“Shh,” He shushed me. “I’m dropping you to class.”

I try to hide my smile as Anya practically glares at me. I’ve managed to win this round.

“Has anyone been bothering you lately?” He asks me as Atticus, and everyone else separates from the

two of us.

I try to walk as slowly as possible; I want as much alone time with him. I don’t think he realizes how

slowly I’m walking; he’s too preoccupied with waiting for me to answer his question.

“No,” I lie. “Everyone is behaving. They must after you threatened them about one hundred times

already for the year.”

He shrugs his shoulder, and I try not to stare at his bulging biceps, “I still think I haven’t done enough to

protect you from them. And I can’t be by your side every second to keep you safe. It’s been bothering

me, especially since I don’t know if you’re lying to me to keep me out of trouble.”

I bite my lip, and his eyes drop to them. His gaze lingers there for the first time, and I’m not sure if I saw

the color fade from his face for a second. He quickly looks away and scratches the back of his neck.

“We’re here. Remember to tell me if anyone is being an a*s. I can be a f*****g bigger one when it

comes to your safety.”

Don’t melt, Clarissa. Don’t you dare melt! Ah—too late. I’ve already melted like ten times since I saw

him this morning.

I attempt to walk around him, and he moves to block me from the classroom entrance. I gasp as my

body bounces into his. My hands reach out for support; they’re now pressed against his chest. My body

freezes from the contact.

“W-what are you doing?” I stammer. I can barely breathe from how close we are. It’s the first time that

I’ve been able to touch him like this without using some excuse, and I love how warm his body feels

beneath my hands. I never want to move from this position except to bring him closer to me.

“I mean it, Clarissa.” He insists. “You must tell me if anyone is hurting you.”

I gaze into his pretty brown eyes. What about him always makes my heart race like it’s on a marathon?

I could have fallen for any other guy in the world; why did it have to be the one off-limits guy?

I can’t stop as my hand travels up his chest to his face. Damon’s breaths are faster now that I’m

touching his cheek. “I promise that I will tell you.”

My eyes stare at his throat as he swallows. That little movement has always been sexy to me, but only

on him.

Damon clears his throat and puts some distance between the two of us, “I’ll see you after class.”

He doesn’t say anything else as he storms away from me. It’s the first time he’s ever left without

watching me walk into the classroom. Did I overstep my boundaries this time? It’s not like I tried to kiss

him.

I take a deep breath, now was not the time to think about him and how he made me feel. The class had

already started. I push the door open, and all eyes are on me as I apologize to the professor for being

late. He doesn’t scold me, but it’s only because he’s scared of the Fawns. I would be okay if he had

something to say to me; it was my fault for being late. I didn’t care that I was, however, because I’d

gotten to see Damon. That was the real reason I was late for class. It’s because I was waiting for him. I

was waiting for him to drop me to my class, just like he’s always done.

I spot the dirty looks from the girls in front of me almost immediately. I didn’t expect anything less. They

were the Gemma sisters. Gemma was their last name. And they were rich, just like the Fawns.

Everyone in this school was. There were very few poor students here who were lucky enough to get a

scholarship from the principal. The unlucky part was that they were all bullied by girls like the Gemma

sisters. This is why I was also bullied. Because I was poor, even though the Fawns had adopted me

and my life was much better than before, I was still initially from an orphanage. It didn’t matter who I

was now; I would always be the poor girl to them. I never knew who my parents were; I still don’t know.

And I don’t want to. They gave me up as a baby. Why would I want to know the cowards that left me

when I couldn’t fend for myself?

I hurriedly walk over to my seat and bury myself in the chair; I hate how much they all stare at me. They

always made me feel uncomfortable.

“Today’s class is all about teaching you how to connect with your inner wolf,” Sir Axel says for my

benefit. “I’ve seen many werewolves make the mistake of not being one with their wolf, and in turn, it

affects how powerful they can be.”

Leslie Gemma pelts a paper at me when Sir Axel turns around to write on the board. I open it and am

surprised to see what is written.

‘I know your secret.’