Chapter 260: Half Sister

Words : 1464 Updated : Oct 14th, 2025

Olivia’s POV 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. "The door is open," I said gently. 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. "Good morning, sunshine," he greeted as he walked toward me. My smile widened. "Good morning, brother." 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 reached my bed and held out the box. "Here... I got this for tonight’s party. I hope you like it." A happy grin spread across my face as I accepted the box. Feeling a flutter of excitement, I unsealed it carefully. 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. At the bottom of the box was a smaller one. I opened it slowly... and gasped softly. Inside were diamond accessories—a necklace, earrings, and a delicate bracelet. They shimmered beautifully, catching the morning light with every tiny movement. "These are beautiful," I whispered, still a bit in awe. Calvin sat beside me on the edge of the bed. "They were our mother’s," he said softly. I turned to him, surprised. "Really?" 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." I looked back down at the jewels, my heart fluttering. A strange ache bloomed in my chest. "I’d love to meet her," I said, glancing up at him. "Where is she?" His expression shifted slightly—gentle, but with something unreadable behind it. "I’ll take you to see her," he said quietly. "After tonight’s party. I promise." I nodded, comforted by the sincerity in his voice. He smiled at me again, and I smiled back. But even as warmth bloomed in my chest, one question—one lingering thought—refused to leave my mind. So I asked it. "Do we have other siblings?" I said carefully. 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? "Yes," he finally said. "We do. But it’s... complicated." I tilted my head. "Complicated how?" Calvin sighed, rubbing his palms together before finally speaking. "She’s a half-sibling... but not just that," he began, his voice low, like just talking about it got him pissed. My eyes narrowed. "What do you mean ’not just that’?" He hesitated again before looking me straight in the eyes. "Our mother had a twin sister." I blinked, stunned. "A twin?" 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." I stayed silent, trying to process that. 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." 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." I nodded. "But there weren’t any daughters..." "Exactly," he said. "Until after my birth. Then, a prophecy came." "What kind of prophecy?" I asked. 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 stared at him, barely breathing. "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." "What?" I whispered, completely shocked. "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." 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." "And?" I breathed, needing to know the rest. "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 sat there, dumbfounded. A cold shiver ran down my spine. Calvin’s voice softened as he added, "Years later... Mom conceived again. She had you." I turned slowly to look at him, my heart thudding. "And I had the mark?" 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." I sat still, my mind racing. Then a thought crept into my mind, slow but certain. "Wait..." I said, furrowing my brows. "This half-sister of ours... is it—Sofia?" Calvin’s expression darkened. He gave one short nod. "Yes." My eyes widened in disbelief. "Sofia?" I echoed. "No wonder... the resemblance. That’s why she looks so much like me." He nodded again, a bitter edge in his voice. "You share blood. And unfortunately... she’s an enemy too." I frowned. "You kidnapped her and used her to threaten Damien to step down?" I asked, confused by the pieces falling into place. 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." A suffocating silence hung in the air as I realized my life... my lineage was full of twists... twists I never imagined. Out of curiosity, I asked, "Why is Sofia an Enemy?" His gaze darkened. "She made some choices. Aligned herself with the wrong people." "What do you mean?" He looked me straight in the eyes. "Let’s just say... she’s not someone I trust. And neither should you." A chill crept down my spine, but before I could ask more, Calvin’s expression softened again. "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." His words settled over me like a blanket, and I nodded slowly. 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 stood up and nodded. "Alright. Make sure she’s ready. But nothing too exhausting." "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." I gave a small smile. "You really didn’t have to go all out." He smirked. "Oh, I did. And one more thing—" He leaned closer, his voice low and mischievous. "I invited the triplets, and they accepted." I froze. My heart skipped. "What? Why?" He straightened with a dark, playful gleam in his eyes. "Sit back, baby sister... and enjoy the show."

Chapter 260: Half Sister

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