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.
“Sucker!” Ares grins when he shoots and scores.
He doesn’t get to brag anymore when Armando rips the ball from his hand and dunks it.
“It’s a good game!” Alaric chuckles.
It was. At least we were having some fun before darkness took over.
“Boys!” My mother calls. “You know what time it is. That’s enough games. We can’t waste any more time. I can’t stop all of you at
once.”
Ten minutes to midnight.
I f*****g hate this.

Alaric pats my shoulder as we walk towards my mother. He can always sense my frustration. He always knew when it was
becoming too much for me. Alaric was a good older brother; he did his job well.
“You know your assigned rooms.” She says. She gives each of us a kiss on the cheek before saying goodnight.
We didn’t say anything to each other as we walked down to the basement and into our rooms. Not our bedroom, the space used
to chain and trap us from doing what the curse forced out of us.
It was a sick curse in my mind. I didn’t understand what our ancestors could have possibly done to be given a curse as bad as
this one.
Every night, on a full moon, we went 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 different; we didn’t
know what we were doing. We would wake up the next day and not remember anything about our night.
We never found out if the woman or women that we met during the full moon had consented to s*x or not. That’s where the
problem came in. It was a sickness, and I was ashamed of it. I was not okay with doing anything against anyone’s wishes.
It made me feel sick to my very core.
It’s the reason that Alaric’s wife is planning on leaving him soon. She’d screamed and cried for hours the first day she learned
about our curse. He’d managed to hide it for months, but she eventually got suspicious when he disappeared on every full moon.
We tried to explain 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, for a second time.
I didn’t blame her, none of us did. We were disgusted by ourselves also. It made us all feel sick inside, but we were learning to
live with it. We were also constantly searching for ways to end the blasted curse.
It wasn’t something we could control. It came and went as it pleased every full moon night. It was one night where we would lose
all control.
It was sickening and frightening that we had no control of our bodies on nights like this. We had all learned to accept it by now,
but I f*****g hated every second of it.

I still remember the first night it happened. I was terrified of myself the next day. If these rooms hadn’t existed, there’s no telling
the damage we could have caused to people around us.
Luckily, our parents built these rooms specially for this. To prevent us from making a big mistake.
I never remember what happened. Even though I’m locked in a damn room with nowhere to go, I always wake up with bruised
knees and fresh cuts all over my body. They were wounds from trying to escape the entire night. The worst part was not
remembering a single damn thing.
Tonight would be no different.
I close my eyes when my mother walks into the room and bounds by hands with the chains.
She gently touches my cheek, “I know it isn’t easy, Carter. I know that you and your brothers struggle because of the curse. I
promise we will find a way to end this for good.”
I force a smile for her sake and watch her leave. When the door shuts, I close my eyes.
I know the second midnight arrives. I can feel my body losing all control.
It was time.