The Alpha's Other Daughter 2

Chapter 6

Mildred POV

The dress mother pushed for me to wear was too slutty for my taste. How my mother thinks that a dress this short or all this cleavage showing is a good thing, is beyond me.

It makes me wonder if this is why she does not like Angela. We both do not like to show this much flesh.

A sudden thought flashed through my mind. Was mum a trollop in her youth?

This dress is just what one would wear.

When mum finished preening over me and left the room, I grabbed a lacey shawl that helped cover my exposed body and started to walk down stairs, heading to the dining hall and dinner with Duncan, poor Duncan. He is in this as much as I am, which is nil. Luckily, we have both been close friends from childhood, or I would not cope at all with this push our mother making.

Daffeny came out of nowhere and grabbed my arm, squeezing it hard.

‘You look just like a slut when you are dressed like that, showing the type of girl you really are.’ She hissed in my ears and pushed past me to head down to the dining hall.

What was she doing outside of her room?

She never leaves them.

The thought that she was going to be there to cause some sort of trouble made my blood run cold, she is a pain in my side and I can’t wait to find a mate and leave this nightmare that started when Daffeny came to live here.

I walked into the dining hall and Duncan stood up and waited for me to reach him.

His eyes widened when he saw the dress and then gave a small nod to my mother and I gave a small nod back. No words were needed, we had been friends for a long time and we knew how to give a signal without having to put it into words.

‘Mildred, what have you done to your clothing?’ mum growled at me. She was not happy I had put a shawl over my shoulders to cover my skin.

‘I agree, mother, she should go upstairs and change this minute, she looks like a slut in that dress.’ She gloated as she said down next to my brother, who kissed her cheek and sat down next to her, not saying a word.

What Daffeny did not know, was that my mother picked the dress out that she just said was making me look like a slut and that comment made me smile inside. Daffeny did it this time.

Mother’s eyes popped open wide and her head whipped over to stare at Daffeny, she glowered at the girl, as she seated herself at the table, her face beaming at her comment and sat all smug, thinking she had made me feel bad, but she had actually made my day, and I was waiting with baited breath to see what mother would do next.

‘Daffeny, dear, how are you today? Feeling better, not too tired.’ Mother asked in her sickly-sweet tone, that often grated on my nerves, but for a change that voice was not directed at me, Duncan squeezed my hand under the table, to let me know he was here for me.

‘Yes, mother, the best I have been in a very long time, I think the baby is starting to sleep most of the night now.’ We all know she never gets up for the baby, she has a nanny that does that.

‘That is so good to hear, maybe now you are feeling better you can join Maxwell in the office.’ Mother’s words were law. Daffeny would now be joining Max, in his office doing the job she was supposed to be doing, as his wife, and the future beta of this family. Dad worked for the king and had a lot of duties to do, and having Daffeny not pulling her weight, put a lot of pressure on him and my brother.

‘Oh, that sounds great, I need some help in the office, some of that paperwork is overflowing, if you could do all that filing it would be a relief.’ Max said to Daffeny and kissed her forehead and grinned happily, not knowing what had just happened.

Daffeny had no choice, she had exposed her hand, and now had to deal with the fall out. She looked over at me, giving me a sneer, but I was not really looking at her, I was passing Duncan a plate of beans, and saw her from the corner of my eye. She was livid, and I was gloating inside.

Though I am sure she will find some way to get back at me, as if her opening her mouth was all my fault.

‘Mother, dear.’ Daffeny started and mother looked over at her expectantly.

‘Do you like Mildred's dress, and the shawl is a pretty frilly lace, don’t you think?’ Daffeny was playing with fire now. She did seem to know when to quit. Mother gave her an out and she did not take it.

‘Yes, the lacey shawl is very pretty, I have always liked it,’ mother replied, making no comment about the dress, and Daffeny fell for the bait.

‘Does this mean you don’t like the dress? I personally think it makes Mildred look like a trollop.’ She said with confidence, this made dad and Max look up at Daffeny and then over to mother, and then back to me, with concern on their faces. Even dad knew that mother had chosen the dress and he looked back down at the table and reached to grab the potatoes, trying very hard not to be part of this conversation that even he knew would not go down well for Daffeny. My brother was still confused by it. He knew that I would not have picked that dress and that it was most likely mother's choice and I saw his face pale as he suddenly realised where this was going and he would most likely have an irate mate tonight and there was little he could do to save her this time.

‘Daffeny, dear. I chose the dress for Mildred.’ Mother's cold, stern voice was directed straight at Daffeny, who, so far, had never been on the receiving end of my mother’s nasty tongue. Daffeny paled and you could see her shrink back in her seat, her fear radiating off of her.

Did I feel bad for her?

Maybe for about two seconds.

Duncan squeezed my hand again, telling me to stay out of it.

I continued to fill Duncan’s plate with food. As per our custom, the woman filled the plate for the man when in her home, when they were courting, and, vice versa, when at his home..