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I could see that whatever she was about to say weighed as heavily on her as my curiosity was. Suddenly, a smile slowly parted her lips as she shifted her gaze to me, “There’s something I’ve never told anyone about me. My real name is Chloe Dematrov Linguini. David Linguini is my father. I’m your sister, Anna.” I was frozen in shock. Chloe’s words took me by surprise. ‘My sister?’ The words replayed in my mind, casting the same amount of shock and disbelief as the moment she uttered them. “No. No, you can’t be. My father didn’t have any other siblings.” I remarked, still in disbelief.

I don't want to barge in and claim her as mine. If she wants to leave then this is her chance. Since I don't know anything about her except her name, Chloe. I remember it because Mark gave me the list of refugees, except the sisters Chloe and Lily who were eighteen and nineteen, other women are mostly forty plus. Those barbaric rogues took all the girls and put them in sex slavery. So I concluded that she must be Chloe because Marcus's mate is Lily. It's a good thing they escaped that place.

She was maybe seventeen. “The Kanes and Holts are already at war, and now you’re screwing Damian’s girlfriend? Are you stupid?” she snapped, her eyes were wide with rage. Her hands were on her hips and her glossy blonde hair was bouncing as she flared at us. “How are you going to explain this to Mom and Dad?” My stomach dropped. I leaned toward Wesley and whispered, “Is that your sister?” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Chloe. She’s still in high school.”

Her face paled under her mask. "You don't know what you're talking about," Chloe hissed. "I'm two years older than you, dear sister. And in case you've forgotten, I've lived my entire life with my brothers. I know them better than anyone." "I'm your sister," Chloe said again, but it felt more like she was trying to convince herself. "You're fucking annoying." "Dude, lay off her," Luke interjected. "She's harmless. You don't need to prove any point."

I said “I’m just worried what Lilah meant by that, see not many people outside of our close circle know this, but you’re going to be part of that circle now right?" ……She looked up at me, with a small nod, I could see she was still fighting tears but wanted to know what I had to say “I had a sister three years younger than me, Cleo, she drove me crazy growing up…..” I saw Jake rest his head on his hands and Dan’s face dropped too, I know this would be hard for them too as Cleo had been like family to them too.

I just need to come out and say it too, but I need Chloe to know I mean it. Chloe shrugs. “It’s water under the bridge now. We all did—and said—things we didn’t mean when we were teenagers.” She flicks her gaze to me, and I can’t help but wonder if she’s talking about our pact. “How are you?” “I’m good! Teaching at the elementary school, which I love. My youngest just turned three two days ago. My sister is in town” —she motions to a woman at a table behind her— “and we snuck away for a quick sister outing before she has to head back to the city this evening.” She angles her body toward mine. “I know what Chloe’s been up to, but what about you?”

Then she took the hand of a little girl, around seven years old with dark brown hair and adorable grey eyes. Abby smiled, “Luna Zariah, Alpha Isaac, this is Chloe. She is our very popular decorator.” I smiled, “Hello, Chloe. We appreciate you coming down on such short notice.” Chloe giggled, “You’re very welcome, Luna. I need to practice more, so this gives me a chance for that. Would you like to see the drawing?” I nodded, “I would love that.”

I had to fight the urge from taking a slice as the situation looked too serious for me to be thinking about food just yet. “What’s up dad. You said there was an emergency.” Chloe, my sister who was five years older than I am said. Chloe and I used to be really close until she went halfway across the country for college and deserted her younger sister. We looked almost identical and many times people mistook us for each other. But then again if we were to be standing side by side in the same room, it would be easy to tell who is who between the two of yours. A few differences between our features include the fact that I had a darker skin and I looked younger. Also Chloe’s hair was now a straw

Aria snapped her fingers. “I know, right?” She had watched that girl grow for three years. When she first got married to Zeke, Chloe was sixteen and when she left, she was nineteen, so that explained the bond between them. They acted like siblings and anyone who didn’t know their back stories would think they were related. “I almost got jealous that someone likes my sister that much,” Aria added and rolled her eyes. Elena burst into laughter and shook her head, “No one likes me more than you, eventually!”

She pouted through the screen making me giggle as she jutted her lower lip out only to have Liam steal a kiss from her “Hey, no frock-licking here.” I snapped playfully, watching Liam turn to see me, a wide grin on his face. “Hey baby sister.” He grinned. “Baby sister? I’ll have you know I’m older than you with a solid two minutes and five seconds. Have some respect for your elders, you brat.” I sneered and he rolled his eyes “Ah, yes. I forgot who I was speaking to. Oh forgive me, thou ancestor.” He says dramatically making Chloe burst out laughing.