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.

if Daisy didn't

believe I have a baby

I asked, suddenly feeling the urge to know everything

was three though, so it's only been

but no way was I gonna stay out of Zoey's life. I can't wait to tell

but

my eyes. "Victoria, I might not have long left. I can't say because it's unpredictable and uncommon, but it's not impossible. I was diagnosed with epilepsy last year" She informed me

knew it was indeed dangerous. And the worst part is, you don't even

want to cry even though I didn't know her,

nurse and I can give you direct care. You won't have to worry" I whispered as my eyes burnt with tears. I knew I couldn't stop it, but I just felt

shook her head with a small smile,

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

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

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,

Zoey to grow up with someone I trust, so

look when I noticed she was

know, don't you?" I whispered, looking

know?" She asked carefully. I sighed, giving her

Sophie died when I was sixteen. She lost a baby, and she didn't get over it. She committed suicide on my

hands over

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,

"I drove my little sister to suicide. I put you both through so much pain" She continued, but I didn't make any move to deny or say otherwise.

so sorry Victoria. I never thought about how my selfish actions would've

hushed her from time to time, occasionally drying the few tears that

looking even more

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

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

to have a long nice talk with

how much this means to me" She held me tighter, and my heart warmed at the

mother, but I knew this

minutes like that until we migrated to the living room where Lincoln and

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