32: Reunion
**Tristan**
I had a problem... no, not just a problem... a *major* problem. Jasmine was Damon's mate. My sister was Damon's mate. And not only that, but there was something else which contributed to this problem. It was the fact that I could sense another energy hidden within Jasmine's. It was very faint, and it took me a while to pick it up, but once I did, there was no way for me to ignore it. Jasmine was pregnant. I wondered if she knew... But I couldn't even dream of telling her myself if she didn't. It wasn't that I was afraid to let her know about what I was, I was afraid of hurting her by letting her know too much.
"I can't believe you're here!" Jasmine uttered, holding my hands from across the table. I couldn't deny that the sight of her alive and well made me... happy. It was refreshing, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel... heavy. It was the weight of what I had to do to her and her mate that made this all feel uncomfortable. And so, I decided that I'd have to see my father the next day. I'd have to tell him the truth about this and perhaps beg him to keep her out of it. And although I knew it was a risky move, the thought put me at ease.
"I could say the same about you, Jas... How have you been these years?" I asked.
She smiled and then turned towards Damon. He smiled at her lovingly, and for a moment, I felt something bubble up inside of me. A soft warmth... almost something akin to hope. Hope of having something as genuine and as love filled as that.
"It was a rough few years... but I survived. And what about you? You're a wolf too? Were you turned?" She asked, setting her eyes back to me.
My eyebrows arched in confusion, and I tilted my head. "Of course not... I was raised a werewolf... wait a minute, you didn't grow up a wolf?" Suddenly I remembered what Oliver had told me about her. That she'd been turned by Damon.
"No. I was turned. My wolf genes were dormant, but it seems yours were not." She said. I still couldn't quite believe how differently we both grew up. I couldn't even imagine my older sister being human for most of her life, but the thought made me admire her. I didn't even need to wonder anymore. I knew exactly why everyone seemed so in love with my sister. She'd always been so bright since we were young, and although her appearance had remained uninteresting, her good heart shone like gold. Even now, I couldn't deny that I was beginning to relax and feel comfortable, more comfortable than I had in a while.
"Well, what are the chances that you'd be mated to Jasmine's sister, huh Lucien?" Damon uttered out and shot his brother a little smile. I stared at it curiously, until Lucien smiled back and then lowered his eyes to me. "Well, I suppose the Moon Goddess has a sense of humour. It's strange though, you two look so different and your personalities are miles apart. Are you sure you're sisters?"
"Of course, we are. I inherited my dad's features and Tristan inherited mom's. As for our personalities, Tristan has always been a little nonchalant in her behaviour. Much like our father. They were quiet and never really showed much emotion... unless they were with the people they loved. I can remember a time when I'd have to lock myself away to avoid Tristan's constant laughter and chatter. She really was explosive once you got to know her-"
"-I was not!" I argued.
"Yes, you were! You were quiet and emotionless around most people, but when you were with us, you were like a little demon child."
I shot her a glare and she playfully tugged at my cheek. I didn't retract from her touch though. Instead, I basked in its familiarity.
"I can believe you..." Surprisingly this came from Lucien who shot me a wink. Immediately, I knew exactly why he believed her, and he knew it. In fact, I could feel his fingers sliding down the side of my thigh, and although the feeling was ecstasy, I slapped his hand away.
"Well, that does explain why you two keep on being caught in rather compromising positions at work. Mate bonds can be quite… intense." Damon said. I expected his tone to be stern and firm, but instead, it was rather playful, and I found myself even more confused. This wasn't the Damon Michaels from work. Damon seemed to have picked up my confusion as well because soon he asked, "What's with that confused look on your face?"
"I just... you aren't this light-hearted at work, Sir."
"Please, call me Damon. And you are right. I'm not at all this light-hearted at work, but that's because I lead with a firm hand. At home, however, this is who I am. This is the real Damon Michaels. I hope I didn't disappoint you."
"No, not at all," I uttered, still trying to recover from shock, "I'm just surprised. I never thought someone so cold could be so caring."
"Well, I'm sure the same goes for you. Perhaps there is some warmth underneath your own cold exterior, Tristan. And I can assure you, if it exists, you're around the right people. We have a tendency to somehow bring out the best in people... well, at least Jasmine does." He turned his gaze once again to Jasmine and then leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. It was then that I felt Lucien stiffen next to me, and when I looked up at him, I saw his jaw lock. He was jealous.
"Um waiter?" Lucien yelled out. Immediately a young man dressed in a rather dapper waiter's uniform arrived at the table. "Could I get a glass of wine instead of a soda please?"
"What's with the sudden change, Lucien?" Damon chuckled.
"Figured I might indulge... to celebrate this little reunion."
Although his acting skills were spot on, I could see right through his little performance. The wine was to get through this dinner without him losing his cool. And although his jealousy was very much evident to me, I still doubted whether he truly loved Jasmine in the way he thought he did. It was something in his eyes. He admired her, but I wasn't sure he loved her... not the way Damon loved her. When Damon looked at her, I could almost feel his love radiating from his hazel eyes. It was so potent, anyone could see how he was enraptured by her, and she by him. It was a look I didn't see when Lucien gazed at her. Nonetheless, I still gave the poor man the benefit of the doubt, that perhaps I just wasn't seeing it because I was so distracted by the way he smelled or the way his knee felt against mine when it accidentally grazed against my skin. Our mate bond was by far, my greatest distraction, and I was beginning to wonder, with all these obstacles beginning to block my way, whether becoming Alpha was truly worth it.
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