3.

Catherine's POV

My eyes blinked open as the morning light basked my room into full sunlight and stretched my arms above my head as I pulled myself up and rested on the bedpost.

The flashbacks of last night's hit my mind and my eyes widened as I felt the sudden butterflies fluttering in my stomach, heat coated my cheeks and neck and I tried to fade the memory of Lucian's warm breath fanning my neck, but it was harder to do.

“Get your head from the gutter.” Damon's sudden voice pulled me out of my thoughts and jerked my head to see my brother leaning on the door frame with his eyes staring at me. His words echoes in the back of my mind and I stare at him blankly. Turning my head away from him I climb down from the bed and move towards the bathroom.

When the hell did he come inside?

“Catherine,” he begins but I shut the door on his words and lean against it.

How could I trust my brother now, when he never helped me in the past? Moreover, why now? Shaking my head I try to throw those thoughts out of my mind and step under the shower. After a good and warm shower I went ahead to brush my teeth before tying the towel around me. My eyes fell on my neck, the same place where he grazed me. My heart flutters and closes my eyes as my breaths get heavy.

God, I have mate.

That too an Alpha.

Jerking away the forbidden thoughts I focus on the reality.

I couldn't let anyone know that he is my mate, after all he is our enemy and I can't just easily trust our enemy. What if he is just showing me his love and he doesn't love me at all? But how the heck a pair of mate love each other without knowing each other? Biting my thumb I exit my room and walk to my wardrobe which has my sister's old clothes in it. Opening the door I take out grey cotton shirt and black jeans as I to change, my eyes skim over my panties and bras as I pull them out from the drawer.

A wave of shock hits me as I turns around as faces my enemy sitting on the bed with the widest smirk plastered on his face. My left hand's fingers grip the knot tighter and from the other I carries my clothes to change into. A cold wave of panic hits me and I am frozen on my roots. I should yell about him been in my room, but a sane part of me tells me to shut the heck up.

My face pales as questions him— “what are you doing here?”

My voice wavers slightly and my spine goes rigid when he stands up suddenly.

“What are you doing?” I questions again, suddenly interested in the floor.

It wasn't the floor the interested me, but it wasthe intensity in his eyes which made fear crawl on my back. How could I watch him back in the eyes when his eyes always held so much power which makes me waver in my steps?

A wave of cold air washes over me when he nears me his shoes pointed in my direction as he stops and I just know that he is close, very close to me. Unknowingly, I change my direction and begin to take steps back towards my door and he continues walking towards.

Our small and slowest chase of my life ends when my back collides with the door of my room and my finger tightens more on the knot as I fear his next actions. His index finger touches my chin and a wave of electricity washes through my body. This was a first time a man has touched me, in fact this was first for me to see a man other my father and brother to be in my room.

He pushes my head up inclining with his own, but my eyes stays downcast, not letting him see my fear.

“Look at me, Catherine.” His voices comes out hushed and gravel as I instantly look up at him, as if he had commanded me. But a smaller part of me wanted this, I wanted to know what will he do.

I see his right hand circling my waste from my peripheral vision and heat instantly crawls up to my face as he pulls me closer to him.

“What do you want?” I questions him, but instead of answering my third question in row, he dips his head in the crook of my neck and begins sniffing me. His own cinnamon and wood scent washes over loosening my muscles.

“Who was here, before I came?” His voice comes out gruff as he questions me.

My eyebrows frowned together and a realization dawned upon me. He must have smelled Damon's scent in my room, he was here.

A sane part of me tells me to answer him for my own sanity, and another part of me tells me to not let him know. That's only insane part of me, which tells me to let him chase me, let him own me, let him claim me. And I want to know what limits would he cross for me?

“I don't care who that man is or how is he related to you.” He stops and brings his face outbof my neck and stares at me with the intensity which burns me.

“But if I find so much as a single hair on your harmed. Let's just say killing them is the easiest way to deal with them and I wouldn't consider it.” He growls out the words and a part of me begs me to let him know about my brother and I end up listening to sane part of my mind.

“Damon,” I gulped down a huge gasp and continues.

“He is my brother.”