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Catherine's POV

“Does your brother harm you?” He questions and a ragged breath comes out of my mouth.

It would have been easier for me to hate him if he had hurt me, but that was the thing, he did nothing. Neither hurt me nor saved me.

Before I could say anything, a pattern of knuckles rattled against the door and I startle-jumps in his arms, it makes his lips crook into a smile. A smile that lets me see his pearl white fangs. Blush coats my cheeks and I turn away my face from him.

“Catherine, come down for breakfast, I have things to discuss with you.” Damon's voice tore through the tense air and I nod my head then open my mouth.

“Yes, I am coming just changing into my clothes.” I say. A Long sigh exhales from my mouth as I rub my temples with my two free fingers.

“And why is the door not opening?” Damon questions again maybe he is too eager to meet with his death, because Lucian looks a little too much than passed.

“I locked the door.” I make up a quick excuse and lean my head on the door all the while trying to wiggle out from Lucian’s grip, but he just wouldn't let me go.

“Nice try, Catherine. But you should polish your lying skills, there aren't any locks on the door. Also, Tell your lover to sneak out before father makes his way to your room.” Damon's voice sounds amused against the door and I close my eyes. Great, now he knows about Lucian, too.

“I will come again. Damon is right, I can't just meet your father like this, after all first impressions always matter.” Lucian says in his loud voice as if letting Damon know about his plans and vanishes from my sight.

Great, this was what all left to see in my life.

Closing my eyes tightly, I heave a sigh and smoothly slip into my clothes. As soon as I am done with my clothes, I walk to the wall mirror and comb my hair. Drying with a hair dryer didn't suit me and my hair. It was too loud and the heating would always damage my hair, I guess I like my hair a little more to actually look after them.

My hands work hastily as I walk out of my room, today feels brighter than any other day and I don't know, why?

Shaking my head, I climb the stairs skillfully and cross the path towards the dining. My sister stares up at me and just stares at me, I wonder what is going through her head. Not only her but my brother stares at me, too. Quietly without a word I walk off to my place and remember that I should not make any talk with them. Talking to them would only make me belittle in front of them and I already have enough on my plate.

“Come sit here,” Damon says, pulling out my chair for me and I stare at him before walking in the total opposite direction, where I always sit, where nobody notices me, where I can hide my tears very well.

“You are angry with me.” Damon says as he sits on his chair and faces me with my sister doing the exact same thing.

I don't care to reply, they are just looking for another chance to mock me.

“Catherine, what the heck you are doing sitting here, who would bring the breakfast for us?” My mother rambles out and I leave my chair and walk to the kitchen. Last night's event totally wired my mind in different ways. How could I forget I was never meant to be special? A bitter feeling works up my throat and I push it down as I pick the plates and meal already made by my aunt who is in charge of cooking.

Balancing the plates in my hand I turn around only to be met with my sister. She quietly nears me and says— “give them to me.”

But instead of doing what she said, I turned to the other direction and walked towards the dining table. Why are they acting like they pity me or something?

After securing the plates on the required places, I turn around to go back into the kitchen to get back the other stuff. But my sister beat me to it as she brings the things on the table. Heaving up a sigh I walk back to my seat and settle down on it as my father and mother sit on the table.

“Where were you last night, Catherine?” My father questions me and the spoon I had raised to feed myself stops in mid air. My breathing ceased as I looked at Damon, he must have told him after my brother has never acted like one sane wolf. Always looking for a chance to destroy me, to break me.

What was it which made Damon never care about me, but care more about Lyna? One family, four members but I never felt like I was loved.

I open my mouth to answer my father, but at the same time my brother answers him and I am shocked by his words.

“What do you mean by where she was? She was in her room crying herself to sleep when you failed to prove that you are a father.” A pin drop silence spreads out through the dining area, and my heart beats as if it has participated in a marathon, I fear if they could hear it.

Dread spread out in my veins on the words said by my brother and I fear the outcome of his actions. My father's eyes reddens and he stares at Damon as if he has betrayed him and proved himself a traitor.

“How can you say that I have not served duty?” My father's voice cuts through the tense voice and my lips shudder with truth as I stare at my empty plate. My sight blurs and I almost blurts out the truth, you were a dad to me, but a father.

I almost say those words, and look up to see Damon eating his nonchalant meal. I wanted one meal without me being the target of this all. One meal with peace was all that I needed.