35: Does she know
**Tristan**
I was beginning to grow tired of having to confront my father regarding the challenges I was constantly facing, and which constantly prevented me from succeeding in my mission to destroy the Michaels family. And what did Damon mean by asking whether or not I needed help? He did not know me at all, and he had no obligation to help me in the first place. Yet he asked so genuinely. I could still see that expression on his face now, and the very idea of it had me strangely nauseous and worried. It was a feeling I rarely got, but one which came into the picture right before I made a big mistake. Or perhaps it was just what I ate at dinner. Either way, I was already well on my way to my father's and by tomorrow, hopefully I would have gotten rid of this awful nausea, and replaced it with a new type of nausea, one which would accompany my attempt at preventing whatever my father was clearly planning regarding the Alpha Conference. Goddess knew the man lived and breathed to not only harm Damon, but the rest of the werewolf world in the cruellest of ways. And so, it would make sense that he’d take advantage of such a readily available opportunity. But I couldn't let that happen, especially now that I had found my sister, and especially now that I knew she was pregnant. Of course, there was another reason I didn't want anything happening to Lucien's brother and his brother's mate. But I preferred to pretend to be oblivious to it.
By the time I was back on my father's pack grounds, the early rays of dawn had begun to peak just above the horizon, brightening up the sky. Knowing my father, he'd already be up by now with a cup of coffee in hand, chewing on a slice of buttered toast. I went to the door and knocked a few times, then waited before the door opened. My father stood there, toast in hand and a surprised look on his face.
"Tristan? What are you doing here?" He asked.
"It's nice to see you too, father." I said sarcastically. My father shook his head and then moved aside, allowing me enough room to slip passed him.
"Coffee? Toast?" He offered. I shook my head at him, and his eyebrows furrowed as he took a closer look at my face. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"
I nodded curtly and he gave a little sigh before motioning for me to enter the dining room further down the hallway from the kitchen. When I reached the dining room, I was surprised to find that there was another person occupying the room. He was bloodied and badly beaten and strapped to one of the dining chairs.
He groaned as he saw me, almost as though he were pleading for me to let him free.
"A guest?" I asked when my father arrived. His eyes widened and he gently pressed at the bridge of his nose. "Alpha Terrance was so silent this whole time that I'd forgotten he was here.”
I stared at the man curiously for a moment before the realisation set in. Slowly I turned to my father and said, rather cautiously, "Please tell me you're not using him for what I think you are."
"If you think I'm using him for information regarding the Alpha's Conference, then you are correct. I need someone on the inside to ensure that we are able to enter the venue with ease."
Immediately the panic within me began to rise to a level it had never been before. "You can't!"
My father gazed at me curiously and then leaned against one of the chairs with his arms folded tightly against his chest before asking, "And why not?"
I took a deep breath, mustered up all the confidence I could and then began to explain. "My sister is alive, father. I thought that she was dead but yesterday... I… She's Damon's mate."
I don't know what I expected from my father. Perhaps I expected a look of surprise, a little gasp... at least an acknowledgement of what I had said and the magnitude it held. Instead, I was greeted with a look of indifference.
"And?" He uttered, adding insult to injury. In fact, his entire reaction to it caught me off guard and I stared at him baffled.
Eventually, he grew annoyed and placed his fingers against my chin- again, physical contact was something unusual between the two of us, and the touch of his skin on mine sent a lurch of discomfort rising in my chest.
"Did you think I didn't know? Jasmine Spectra, late twenties, mate of Damon Michaels and expected to be married by the end of this year. She works at the EJS accounting firm. She is close with her business partner, Loren Parker who is also mated to Oliver. Do you think I'd be oblivious to how connected you all are?"
And that was the closest I'd ever gotten to getting outrageously livid at my father. He knew all this time that my sister was alive? But it wasn't just this little fact that had my blood boiling. It was the fact that not once did he tell me. All along he'd entertained the idea that my sister was dead, and it was obvious why. He wanted me broken so that he could shape me into what he wanted me to be. He took my broken self and glued it all together into the perfect daughter. Each piece was so carefully reconstructed and stuck together that it was impossible to believe that once upon a time I'd been shattered to pieces at the news of the death of my family. And now, standing before him, I had no idea how I was supposed to feel, mainly because I didn't know how to feel in the first place. Was I supposed to be angry? Should I have felt betrayed? Did my father now deserve my hatred? I didn't quite know. And so, I just stayed silent, still in his clutches.
The silence in the room, however disappeared the second a soft, mumbled voice sounded from the beaten Alpha.
"D-did you s-say sister? A-are you J-Jasmine S-Spectra's sister, Selene's daughter?"
The moment he said this, I pried my chin from my father’s fingers and turned towards the bloodied man. "What's it to you?" I asked. And then the strangest thing happened. My father let out a low, warning growl and threatened, "If you say another word, I will rip your tongue from your mouth!"
"Then you won't get any information from me." The man said before setting his blue eyes on me. "A-answer, young lady."
I turned towards my father who shook his head warningly. But not only was I too angry to listen to him, I was curious as to what this man had to say as well. And so, I nodded and said, “I am, yes."
His eyebrows arched in surprise beneath the red blood, and he said, almost inaudibly, "And yet you still call this man father. Do you know what this man has done?"
"Terrance, I'm warning you. Don't you dare utter another word to her." My father said, leaning forward with his clawed hands in the air. I never dared to utter a word. I feared that saying something would change the course that this conversation was headed in.
Terrance smiled, showing his blood-stained teeth and then let out a diabolical laugh. "Fine then, I'll utter it to you. Does she know what you did to her mother, Ambrose Michaels?"
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