The Alpha's Other Daughter

Chapter Three

Emily POV

Justin came to our rooms and took us outside to sit on the grass and eat lunch.

The kids played ball and jumped rope or just sat around talking to each other.

I sat quietly and watched the play around me, happy to eat lunch and watch.

My sister, though, did not sit and eat but ran about with the others, trying to learn names and find new friends, leaving me to be by myself, and I was okay with that. I was not ready to go chasing friends.

Occasionally, Charlette would look in my direction, and then she snickered about me to the girls she had made friends with or pointed her finger at me as Charlette spoke, and the others laughed along with her. But why? I did not understand. It was the first day at school. Why would she be mean already? But then this was Charlette, and if she could hurt me, she would, regardless of me being her sister.

I was already taller than my sister. I had sprouted fast and was as tall as the tallest boy in the class. This made the other kids think I was the older sister, which only made Charlette even more annoyed at me.

The day was tiring, and I was ready to nap when school ended.

All the activity was exhausting.

Although I looked forward to tomorrow, the class went to the music room. Unknown to my parents or siblings, I had learned to play the piano, and I was hoping they would let me play.

I had what some have called an almost photographic memory, though it was still developing.

It was easy for me to learn the piano at first by watching Mr Jones play. He saw me interested and taught me how to read music in just two days. Although he kept teaching for weeks, it was no longer needed, but I continued to be tutored. As I enjoyed his company and the attention he gave me, his passion for music was addictive, and now I could play anything that was put on paper. I loved the piano. When I was feeling down, the piano was my go-to if running in the trees was prohibited. My fingers glided across the keyboard effortlessly, and though I found it hard to play some chords, my little fingers did not stretch far enough. But for simple melodies, I enjoyed the pleasure of making songs, and Mr Jones, my music teacher, thought my voice was lovely too.

All this praise made me want to come and play more often; praise for anything I received was rare.

‘Daddy! Daddy!' called Charlette as she raced me to the study where our father was busy writing on his computer.

‘We had so much fun, and I made lots and lots of new friends, and we had lunch in the playground, and Justin and Jason played football, and they were good and....’ Charlette took a breath, but before she could continue, father held his hand up to stop her.

‘Welcome home, my girls; sounds like you have enjoyed your first day at school.’ My dad spoke, his eyes dancing with humor as they darted between the two girls,

‘Yes, Daddy, we had lots of fun.’ Charlette answered, giving me no chance to say a word.

Dad looked at me for affirmation. But I just shrugged; it was okay.

‘It was okay.’ I meekly replied to my father's unvoiced question.

'Tomorrow, girls, you will catch the bus with your brothers. The bus leaves at eight a.m., so there is no sleeping in. If you miss the bus, you will walk to school,’ My Dad cheerfully chided. Dad doubted he would have any issues with me. I was rarely a problem, but Charlette might someday become a problem. Dad was not looking forward to that.

Charlette turned and left the study, off to hunt for my mother so she could fill her in with her day, knowing my father had just dismissed them.

I looked at my father for a little longer before saying,

‘Thank you, Daddy.’ I waited patiently for my father to raise his head from the computer and look at me again.

It must have been ten minutes of me waiting before the Alpha noticed I was still standing at the door.

'Emily? Was there something else?’ His eyes sparkled with delight as he waited for his daughter to speak. I was never one to shy away from asking what I wanted.

‘Um, Daddy?’ I hesitantly asked, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

My Dad nodded to continue, giving me his full attention.

‘Can I have a mobile phone? Now that we are at school, can we phone and get a lift home if we miss the bus coming home?’ I had thought all day about how I would ask my father for a phone. I do not want to say everyone else had one, but the idea of missing the bus came to me when my father said they would be catching the bus tomorrow, and the idea came as a much-needed solution.

‘Oh? Have you not been given one yet, Emily?’ he queried. He was sure he had given two of them to Charlette, saying to give one to me.

‘No, Father.’ I replied softly.

‘Charlette!!!’ called my Dad, his voice loud enough for the whole house to hear his call.

Charlette and Mother came rushing to the study.

‘Yes, father?’ Charlette squeaked as she entered the study, with Mother ready to defend the girl.

‘Have you forgotten something?’ he queried.

‘No, Daddy.’ Charlette argued, not knowing what she had forgotten.

‘I gave you two mobiles this morning. Why have you not given one to Emily yet? Get them both now.’ He commanded.

‘Sweetheart,’ cooed mother. ‘Charlette was excited about going to school; it is not her fault to have forgotten. ‘ Mother always protected Charlette.

Charlette returned with just one mobile phone.

‘Where is the other phone?’ growled the Alpha.

‘I gave it to Jenny,’ she said, expecting it was okay.

‘What?????’ his face turned red with anger.

‘You gave away a phone? Who is this Jenny?’ he fumed, finding what his daughter was saying impossible to believe.

‘She is my new school friend. I did not think Emily needed a phone,’ she cried out.

‘Sweetheart, don't be too hard on Charlette; you should have given the phone to Emily yourself.’ Mother defended Charlette, as she often did. Charlette never seemed to think about the consequences of her actions until it was too late.

‘Do not put the blame back on me, dear. You asked me to give Charlette more responsibility as she is now six.’ Dad huffed at his mate, shaking his head, knowing his mate would defend Charlette over me every time.

‘Charlette, why did you think Emily did not need a phone?’ My Dad asked, trying to calm down and rubbing his forehead as he felt a headache forming.

‘Because I have one, and we are in the same class,’ Charlette answered as if it was apparent.

‘Jason and Justin both have a phone. Are they not in the same class?' he countered.

Charlette just looked at her feet, tears starting to form in her eyes.

‘Emily, you take this phone, Charlette, you get your phone back from this, Jenny, tomorrow, or you will not have a phone. I will not buy you another one and will stop the service on the other phone if you do not get it back. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?’ He growled at her.

‘Yes, daddy.’ Charlette whimpered and ran out the door.

‘Emily?’ Mother asked.

'Yes, mother?’ I answered, knowing I was going to be the one to take the blame for her sister's deliberate action against me.

'Why did you get your sister into trouble?’ Mother demanded as if I had done it deliberately.

‘I did not know Charlette had been given a phone. I just asked Daddy if I could have one. Now that I was catching the bus,’ I replied softly, knowing I would be in trouble with my mother.

‘Dearest, Emily did not know I gave the two phones to Charlette as you suggested. Charlette seems not yet ready to take on new responsibilities; no matter how you put it, that girl does not think things through.’ Dad sighed frustratedly.

I was going to take the flack, no matter what Dad said. When his back was turned, I would be punished for my sister's behavior, a problem he noticed had become a habit. His mate did not like me as much as Charlette, and he did not understand why.

I took the phone to my room, looked at how it worked, and noticed a few phone numbers.

I left them on the phone because Charlette wanted them when she returned the other phone. I felt terrible about asking for a phone. I should have given it to Charlette and not bothered with one, but would that mean I would be in trouble for providing it to Charlette later on?