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.

my sister about me. I guess I could be grateful. Even if Daisy didn't search, I'm holding on to

still couldn't believe I

I asked, suddenly feeling the urge to know

died when she was three though, so it's only been me

suggested shyly. I know I sounded like a hypocrite, but no way

but her smile was

have something to tell you " She whispered, meeting my eyes. "Victoria, I might not have long left. I can't say because it's unpredictable and uncommon, but it's not impossible.

knew it was indeed dangerous. And the worst part is, you

to cry even though I didn't

worry" I whispered as my eyes burnt with tears. I knew I couldn't stop it, but I just felt helpless.

with a small smile, grabbing my hands

of the woman you've become. My little Victoria is a nurse" She beamed, wiping a stray

sat there making my thoughts wander.

not sure what will happen, but I'm okay with it. I've had my fair share of life, so whether it's 20 more years or 20 days,

am worried about one thing." She looked up and met my eyes. "I knew I needed Zoey to grow up with someone I trust, so I was going

her a confused look when

don't you?" I whispered,

She asked carefully. I sighed, giving her a sad

a baby, and she didn't get over it. She committed suicide on my

that moment again. She threw her hands over her mouth in shock, as

she was downright wrong for leaving like that. But out

both through so

my selfish actions would've affected you both. You didn't deserve this," She added while her

from time to time, occasionally drying the few tears that escaped

turned to face me, looking even more pained. "Victoria I know it's

she could ask. I knew that she was hurting for the

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

have a long nice talk with

to me" She held me tighter, and my

I knew this moment right here will change my

couple more minutes like that until we migrated to the living room where

corner looking at old pictures with Sophie from her photo album. She looked guilty and filled with regret, spilling tears occasionally. I could tell that she