Alpha Luka And His Human Mate

I couldn't comprehend. Did Daisy have another daughter?

I whipped my head towards Daisy as she smiled brightly at the little girl, gesturing for her to come towards us.

"Victoria, this is Zoey. Your sister"

A gasp escaped my lips as I stared at the little girl in awe. I knew from the moment she called Daisy momma, but I didn't process it.

"This is sister Victoria?" Zoey asked in a sort of shy excitement as her big brown eyes widened.

"That's me," I said as a couple of tears rolled down my cheek with the brightest smile on my face. "Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I have a sister" I pulled her little frame into a hug, squeezing the life out of her.

I pushed her back gently so I could take a good look at her. It was quite obvious that our mom's genes were strong since she looked like a mini version of both of us.

Her eyes were the same as mine, and so were most of her features. Her complexion was darker than mine and Daisy's, and I could see that she was a mixed baby.

Her hair was full and fell in long, luscious almost coily curls. It wasn't the same chestnut brown as mine, but it wasn't black either. It was somewhere in the middle.

No bias shit, but my sister was the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen.

"You are so gorgeous" I whispered in amazement as I ogled my sister. A light blush formed on her face as she held her little teddy to hide it.

"Thank you. You're pretty too" She mumbled shyly as I resisted the urge to squeeze the life from her.

"Zoey sweetheart, can you give us a minute to talk please?" Daisy asked, and I shot her a pout.

"But I just met her" We both whined simultaneously, which made us laugh at the cute sister moment.

"You can spend more time with her later. I just need to talk for a while okay?"

She simply nodded as she headed for the exit. I watched her little frame retreat, and I knew I was already in love.

"You told her about me?" I asked, still looking at the exit as I remembered that she knew who I was.

"Yes, I always do. I knew she would find you one day"

"She would find me.. not 'we' would find me" I sighed as my mind drifted to the conversation we had earlier.

actually told my sister about me. I guess I could be grateful. Even if Daisy didn't

couldn't believe I have a

is she?" I asked, suddenly feeling the urge to know everything

She smiled. "Her father died when she was three though, so it's only been me

know I sounded like a hypocrite, but no way was I

She beamed, but her

might not have long left. I can't say because it's unpredictable and uncommon, but it's not impossible. I

much in my few years as a nurse, but I knew it was indeed dangerous. And the worst part is, you don't even know when or if you're gonna

Just the thought made me want to cry even though

can give you direct care. You won't have to worry" I whispered as my eyes burnt with

head with a small smile,

woman you've become. My little Victoria

didn't say anything, I just sat there making my thoughts wander. When I didn't

it's 20 more

one thing." She looked up and met my eyes. "I knew I needed Zoey to grow up with someone I trust,

look when I

you?" I whispered, looking

know?" She asked carefully.

She lost a baby, and she didn't get

that moment again. She threw her hands over her mouth in shock, as tears ran from her eyes for the umpteenth

to go comfort her. I knew we weren't on the best terms and she was downright wrong for leaving like that. But out of the few people that knew, she was the only one who would've felt

put you both through so much pain" She continued, but I

actions would've

to time, occasionally drying the

more pained. "Victoria I know

she could ask. I knew that she was hurting for the loss of her sister, but I also knew she was worried about

Besides, I would never sit around and watch my sister grow up in an orphanage if something should happen while I was

need to have a

much this means to me" She

but I knew this moment

that until we migrated to the living room where Lincoln and Zoey

from her photo album. She looked guilty and filled with regret, spilling tears occasionally.