260 Half Sister

“She’s a half-sibling… but not just that,” he began, his voice low, like just talking about it got him pissed.

His words settled over me like a blanket, and I nodded slowly.

He let out a harsh scoff. “Like I said–she’s an enemy. And yes, I kidnapped her because I wanted leverage over Damien. I hate that man–I wanted to strip him of everything, even time. But I didn’t hurt her. I only tied her up, took videos and photos, then untied her and kept her in a locked room. Two days later, I noticed she looked sick… really sick. Even though I hated her, I called for a healer, but Sofia said she didn’t need one–I should just let her go. So I did. I told my men to bring me Rebecca–his new wife. But it wasn’t Rebecca they found… it was you. My sister.”

“Wait…” I said, furrowing my brows. “This half-sister of ours… is it–Sofia?”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Sofia?” I echoed. “No wonder… the resemblance. That’s why she looks so much like me.”

“I invited the triplets, and they accepted.”

I frowned. “You kidnapped her and used her to threaten Damien to step down?” I asked, confused by the pieces falling into place.

“And?” I breathed, needing to know the rest.

I stayed silent, trying to process that.

“I’ll take you to see her,” he said quietly. “After tonight’s party. I promise.”

He leaned closer, his voice low and mischievous.

He nodded. “She wore them the night she married our father. They were her favorites. I thought it was only right… that you wear them tonight.”

A happy grin spread across my face as I accepted the box.

Calvin’s voice softened as he added, “Years later… Mom conceived again. She had you.” His gaze darkened. “She made some choices. Aligned herself with the wrong people.”

He nodded again, a bitter edge in his voice. “You share blood. And unfortunately… she’s an enemy too.”

He nodded. “The moment they saw it, everyone knew. You were the one the prophecy spoke of. You were the chosen one. And that’s why you had to disappear–because so many people wanted you dead. And when I say people who wanted you dead, I don’t mean strangers. I mean family. Our father’s distant relatives–descendants of great-grandmother Hailee. They knew their only chance to produce another chosen one was if you were dead, so our parents sent you away and lied that you died a few hours after your birth. I also grew up with that lie; not until my fifteenth birthday did they tell me the truth.”

He looked down at his hands. “Like I said… in great-grandmother Hailee’s bloodline, it’s the females who carry the special gift. A unique, divine power that’s passed down from generation to generation–but only through the daughters.”

Calvin looked up and sighed. “That our father’s next child would be a girl. And she would be the one to inherit the gift. The true heir. The one chosen by the Moon.”

I tilted my head. “Complicated how?”

I stared at him, barely breathing.

The first thing I saw made my breath catch. It was a stunning red dress, silky and elegant. I lifted it slightly, the fabric slipping through my fingers like water. Beneath it were silver heels, delicate and sparkling like starlight.

I nodded, comforted by the sincerity in his voice. He smiled at me again, and I smiled one lingering thought crept back. But even as warmth bloomed in my refused to leave my mind.

I froze. My heart skipped. “What? Why?”

“Yes,” he finally said. “We do. But it’s… complicated.”

I blinked, stunned. “A twin?”

A suffocating silence hung in the air as I realized my life… my lineage was full of twists… twists I never imagined.

“I was just three,” he said. “Mom took me along to a council meeting. According to her… when she came back, she found her twin sister, Selene, in bed with our father. And he was… dazed. Like he wasn’t even himself.”

Feeling a flutter of excitement, I unsealed it carefully.

Calvin sighed, rubbing his palms together before finally speaking.

I noticed Calvin hesitate. His smile faltered just a little before he inhaled deeply. Something in his expression shifted. The calmness in his eyes clouded with a trace of… annoyance? Frustration? Pain?

Just then, the door creaked open slightly, and the old seer peeked inside. “Forgive me for interrupting,” she said gently. “I need to prepare Olivia for the ritual. Her locked abilities will begin to awaken soon.”

Calvin continued, “After our great-grandmother, Hailee, something strange happened in the family line. All her children gave birth to only males–no daughters. That included our father’s generation. None of them had a girl, and everyone began to worry.”

“The door is open,” I said gently.

“What?” I whispered, completely shocked.

He hesitated again before looking me straight in the eyes. “Our mother had a twin sister.”

He reached my bed and held out the box. “Here… I got this for tonight’s party. I hope you like it.”

He straightened with a dark, playful gleam in his eyes. “Sit back, baby sister… and enjoy the show.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do we have other siblings?” I said carefully.

“Yes, Alpha,” the seer replied.

Before stepping out, Calvin turned to me with a sly smile. “And don’t forget… tonight is your official welcome-back party. I want the world to know who you are.”

“What kind of prophecy?” I asked.

Olivia’s POV

His expression shifted slightly–gentle, but with something unreadable behind it.

Calvin sat beside me on the edge of the bed. “They were our mother’s,” he said softly,

“Exactly,” he said. “Until after my birth. Then, a prophecy came.”

Out of curiosity, I asked, “Why is Sofia an Enemy?”

Inside were diamond accessories–a necklace, earrings, and a delicate bracelet. They shimmered beautifully, catching the morning light with every tiny movement.

A chill crept down my spine, but before I could ask more, Calvin’s expression softened again.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted as he walked toward me.

I gave a small smile. “You really didn’t have to go all out.”

He smirked. “Oh, I did. And one more thing-“

“These are beautiful,” I whispered, still a bit in awe.

I sat there, dumbfounded. A cold shiver ran down my spine.

A soft knock landed on my door, and I knew instantly it was Calvin. His distinct lemony scent drifted in, announcing his presence before he even spoke.

Calvin stood up and nodded. “Alright. Make sure she’s ready. But nothing too exhausting.”

I nodded. “But there weren’t any daughters…”

He nodded. “Identical. Their names were Celeste and Selene. Our mother–Celeste–was the quiet, kind one. Selene was… different. Ambitious. Envious. Always wanting what wasn’t hers.”

Calvin’s expression darkened. He gave one short nod. “Yes.”

My jaw dropped slightly, horror spreading across my face.

“She got pregnant,” he continued. “And started parading herself around as the mother of the special child. Acting like she’d won. And after months… she gave birth to a girl.”

“I’d love to meet her,” I said, glancing up at him. “Where is she?”

I turned to him, surprised. “Really?”

He looked me straight in the eyes. “Let’s just say… she’s not someone I trust. And neither should you.”

At the bottom of the box was a smaller one. I opened it slowly… and gasped softly.

“She had drugged him,” Calvin said grimly. “Spelled him. Used a charm to force him into sleeping with her. All because she wanted to bear the chosen one. She knew the prophecy. She knew it would be his daughter.”

“But she wasn’t the one,” Calvin said. “She didn’t have the mark. The birthmark all gifted daughters are born with. She was just… a normal werewolf.”

“I’ll explain everything in time,” he said. “But for now… just focus on tonight. You’re back home. You’re safe. I’ll protect you, Olivia. No matter what.”

The word came out so naturally, so easily, even though it was the first time I’d ever said it to him. It felt right. Like it had always been there.

He pushed it open and stepped inside, holding a white box wrapped with a shiny red ribbon. Our eyes met, and he gave me a warm, genuine smile. The kind of smile that made me feel… safe. Loved. Protected.

I sat still, my mind racing. Then a thought crept into my mind, slow but certain.

I looked back down at the jewels, my heart fluttering. A strange ache bloomed in my chest.

My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean ‘not just that’?”

So I asked it.

I turned slowly to look at him, my heart thudding. “And I had the mark?”

My smile widened. “Good morning, brother.”