“My missing little sister.” (2)
I leaned forward slightly, ignoring the dull ache in my
He furrowed his brow, confused, but I continued. side.
Something inside me pushed the words out before I could stop them.
His gaze dropped, fingers threading tightly together.
He looked up again, this time searching my face for something.
I watched him, his face carefully guarded, but for a brief second… I saw it.
“My name is Riya… English name Rebecca… I’m from India.”
The lie slipped out smoothly and practiced. I knew he’d believe it-my features, my accent, my story. It was enough to make the truth invisible.
“What do you mean?”
I felt his pain. His rage.
“My parents were drugged. Poisoned. When my mother woke-half-conscious-she realized her friend and her friend’s husband had brought a witch… to drain her powers. They wanted to transfer her powers.”
“You can’t be my sister.”
I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t explain why I felt so pulled to his story.
When she was done, she gave me a nod and a faint smile before gathering her things. With a bow toward Alpha Calvin, she left the room quietly.
He nodded once.
I forced my lips to move.
I looked up at him, wondering if he believed my lies, but it seemed he did-though he seemed confused.
And then, under his breath, he muttered,
I felt my pulse thrum in my throat. I didn’t understand why his words hit something deep in my chest.
“The seer confirmed it the moment she was born,” he continued. “The mark appeared on her back-same place as yours. Shaped like a crescent wrapped in flames. It meant she had the ability.”
“Even in that state, my mother fought. She killed her so-called friend, teleported back home… carrying my father’s lifeless body in her arms.”
“Because you’re human,” he said, as if the words themselves were too strange to believe. “And you look nothing like my mother or carry any trait of my family. You are
India.”
His frown deepened, but he said nothing.
I blinked.
“Your… sister?”
I blinked.
“She tried to fight, but she was too weak. My father, who’d been given a more dangerous poison, never woke up. He died there. Right beside her.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
He hesitated, then lifted his eyes, flicking briefly to my back, to the place where the mark was hidden under my dress.
“In our great-grandmother’s lineage,” he began, “there’s a gift. A rare one. It only passes to female children, and even then, it skips generations. It hasn’t appeared again since her… until my sister.”
“She’s been in a spiritual coma. For the past eight years.
“That day…” he said, his voice shaking just slightly, “was the worst day of my life.”
He hesitated… then said,
I blinked.
“Betrayed?”
I tilted my head slightly, confused.
“I left India a few years ago,” I went on, letting the lies roll off my tongue. “I met Sofia in one of the cities. She told me about werewolves. I wanted to learn more… ended up getting involved with a few packs. I never expected to end up like this.”
“Fix her ribs and treat her wounds,” he said, his voice firmer now. “I’ll wait over there.”
“Eight years ago, she went to her best friend’s birthday party. She thought it was a simple visit. But instead… she was betrayed.”
“What kind of ability?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“Why?”
I took it with trembling fingers.
My vision blurred.
“Where is she?”
“It can’t be possible…” he muttered under his breath, almost like he was trying to convince himself.
“Because she was special.”
He gave a faint nod, his expression unreadable.
I swallowed hard and tugged the dress back over my back.
“My father is dead,” he said quietly.
He nodded slowly. “Yes, do you know her?” he asked curiously.
I reached out to touch the glass, tears brimming in my eyes. Then I heard footsteps. And before I could turn, I felt arms wrap around me-tight, trembling. It was Alpha Calvin. He pulled me close, clutching me to his chest like he was afraid I’d vanish. His shoulders shook. His breath hitched. He was… crying.
My lips parted in disbelief, my voice barely audible. “No… that’s not possible. I grew up with them. They’re-“
It grew thick… heavy. The warmth in the room faded, replaced with an eerie coldness. A wind, though there were no open windows, swept through the room, brushing over my skin like icy fingers. I felt it. A burning sensation under my skin. Then a sharp, shocking jolt ran across my face, like something was breaking… my face was shrinking. My whole body tensed.
“She is not human,” the Seer interrupted calmly.
Hay back on the bed, my heart pounding. I closed my eyes, trying to slow my racing breath. A second later, I felt her hand gently press against my forehead. Then she began to chant. The words were in a language I didn’t recognize. The moment they left her lips, the air shifted.
His brow arched. “You know him?” he asked, clearly surprised.
“This is… your mother?” I asked softly, my lips barely moving.
Calvin frowned deeply. “Now?”
My entire body froze. Alpha Gabriel’s pack. 5
Before I could answer, there was a sudden knock on the door. Calvin’s head snapped toward it, clearly annoyed.
“My little sister…” he choked out. “I found you… I finally…”
He looked as if he wanted to say something, but his lips trembled too hard to form words. The Seer stepped back and motioned toward the side of the room.
The Seer stepped forward and gently placed her hand over mine. “Don’t worry, I will restore your face back. I knew who did this-it surely was Morata. She was one of my students. I taught her this spell, but I never knew she would use it for evil.”
“Look in the mirror.”
She placed a hand softly over her chest. “They loved you like their own. But they were only protecting you. Hiding you.”
A guard’s voice came from the other side. “Alpha… the Seer is here.”
Alpha Calvin leaned forward slightly, worry etched across his face. “What’s wrong?”
“They raised you,” she continued, “but they are not your blood. They were entrusted with you-by your true parents. The Parkers were loyal to your father… the warrior he trusted above all else.”
He stared at it in confusion.
“Welcome home, Lady Olivia,” she said. 2
I didn’t hesitate. For some reason… I trusted her. It was the way she looked at me-not just with knowledge, but with deep-rooted affection, like she had been waiting years for this moment. 1
I clutched the blanket tighter around me. “This… isn’t me.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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