His answer shocked me.

“How is that even possible? I'm an orphan,” I said, my face confused.

How had I ended up in this pack, with a family? My whole life, I'd been told I had no one. But how had this happened?

The young man, Jason, looked older than me—three or four years, I guessed. His demeanor was impeccable; his manner warmed me. Yet, how could I believe him?

To ease my mind, perhaps, he changed the subject. “Are you feeling any pain, Jessica?”

I was dumbfounded. Jessica? Who was he talking about? He must have the wrong person.

I pulled his hand from my head. “See? I told you it’s impossible. You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m sorry, but I’m not your sister. I’m not Jessica. I’m Natalia.”

He stared at me. I tried to remove the IV drip, but he stopped me.

“You have a scar on your arm,” he said, gazing at my hand.

I paused. “What are you saying? I don’t see any scars. I have no scars…”

Then a thought struck me. I nodded. “Yeah, I might. I was hurt running through the forest. Maybe that’s why.”

I tried to explain he was wrong, but I was surprised—those wounds had left no scars. How had they vanished in hours?

Bewildered, I turned to him. “H-How did they heal?”

He shook his head. “Relax.”

“No! How can I relax? I don't understand how my wounds healed so quickly, as if they were never there!” I examined my right leg, checking the thorn wound. There was no trace!

“You have amazing healing powers; no scars are visible externally. But I can see them, including the one on your arm.”

Stunned, I fell silent. Is this young man telling the truth? Am I really his sister? Everything was overwhelming.

Suddenly, he said, “I’m going to call Mom and Dad.”

My eyes widened, my heart racing. “M-Mom and D-Dad?” Tears streamed down my face. I’d never imagined my real parents were alive, that I’d meet them.

Jason wiped my tears and hugged me. It felt like coming home. “We’ve been searching for you so long. You have no idea how happy they’ll be.”

Realizing he was my brother, I hugged him back, sobbing. He ran his fingers through my hair and asked what had happened to me, where I’d been, and how I’d become pregnant.

I lowered my head. “I divorced my husband.”

“Who’s your ex-husband?”

“Adrian Miller.”

His brow furrowed. I guessed he knew Adrian; he was to be Alpha of his pack.

“Tell me everything,” he said. “I want to know about your life.”

I told him everything, crying uncontrollably.

“Sorry, baby, they’ll pay for this,” he promised.

“Brother, please,” I begged.

“No. The Alpha family will pay ten times what they did to you,” he said angrily.

“For my children’s sake, don’t do anything. I don’t want Adrian to know I have his children.”

He quieted, controlling his fury. “Okay, I won’t. But you have to reclaim your position as the Alpha’s daughter.”

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