The Alpha’s Other Daughter Novel – I’m Emily, a gifted child but my sister Charlette envies me. “Charlette!” called my Dad, his voice loud enough for the whole house to hear his call. “Yes, father?” Charlette squeaked as she entered the study, with Mother ready to defend the girl. “I gave you two mobiles this morning. Why have you not given one to Emily yet? Get them both now.” He commanded. Charlette returned with just one mobile phone. “Where is the other phone?” growled the Alpha. “I gave it to my classmate Jenny,” she said, expecting it was okay. “What?” he fumed, finding what his daughter was saying impossible to believe. “Emily. Why did you get your sister into trouble?” Mother demanded. Was it all my fault?
Emily POV The games room was huge; it was housed towards the back of the packhouse. Boys fought over the controls to take turns with the games. I don’t like or want to play in the games room. I thought to myself and considered what else I might be allowed to do while waiting for my mother to stop crying out. I may be only two years old, but I knew what the cries from my mother meant: pain, a feeling I knew so well, having hurt myself more than once in my short life and a bleeding knee that hurt a lot. I’m a gifted child and have an almost photographic memory. It took me a while to understand that not everyone remembers as I did. At two, my wolf, Silver, was already talking to me in my head, teaching me many things.
My wolf told me that others don’t remember the same and that I should not worry about it. Most don’t get the wolf until they are ten and shift at sixteen unless they are high-born like the Alpha. Then you can change at twelve, some even earlier, but it is rare for earlier than ten. ‘Beta Julie?’ I pulled on Julie’s skirt to get her attention and hopefully not to get scalded by her. Beta Julie looked down at the little pup, smiling at me expectantly. She seemed to be in a good mood then. ‘Yes?’ Julie queried sweetly. ‘Can I go outside and play? I don’t want to be in here, I whispered as softly as I could. ‘Of Course, my dear, don’t wander away too far. Mother will want to show you the new pups when they are born.’ She answered with glee.
It had been a long pregnancy, and everyone was looking forward to the pups being born, as long as the mother made everyone know she was pregnant with twins and was grumpy a lot of the time. I nodded my head and left, skipping down the hall, through the kitchens, and out the back door. I took a deep breath as the sun hit my face. ‘Emily? Emily? Where are you, child?’ called Beta Julie from the hallway. ‘In the kitchen,’ Nancy called back to me singing. ‘Come child, you have two new brothers.’ beckoned Julie, and I moved forward and took Julie’s hand. Slowly, I walked up the stairs, each step a task as I had little legs and could not keep up with Beta Julie, who had released my hand as I started to climb the stairs and reach the third floor where my mother was.
I needed help to keep up. Beta Julie had already reached the room Mother was in and had disappeared into the room without a backward glance to see how I was doing. Entering the room, I could see my older twin brothers, Jason and Justin, both had jet-black hair and hazel eyes. The image of my father, beside my father, was Charlette, the image of my mother with ash-blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Father had a bundle in each arm, showing Charlette the little ones to me. ‘Come, Emily, and see your new brothers,’ my mother called encouragingly. I came closer, and Father moved his arms so I could see the heads hiding in the blanket folds. Both had ash-blonde hair and blue eyes like my mother. I was confused-why was I the only one with jet-black hair and deep blue-almost violet eyes? Again, I felt the odd one out; even my father was cooing over the boys and how much they looked like their mother.
Lifting my hand slowly, I stroked the head of one of the boys gently, in awe of the little pups. I look forward to holding and playing with them, though I doubt I will be allowed. They were too small. ‘Come, children, let your mother rest, she has to be tired after giving you two more pups to play with; plus, it is dinner time; eat and get ready for bed.’ The Alpha shooed the four pups out the door and down the hall to the stairs. I looked and sighed back down the stairs. Father wouldn’t let them take the lift yet, saying they needed strength that walking up and down the stairs would give us; I wished I was allowed to use it. That night, I slept soundly, dreaming of running in the forest with my wolf. My wolf purred softly in my mind, not like a cat, just a rumbling sound. It was calming for me and helped me sleep.
‘Am not!’ ‘Are too!’ screeched Charlette in her high-pitched voice. ‘I am not!’ I grumbled back, my face confused by the taunt my sister persisted in making. ‘Yes, you are dear.’ Came the voice of my Mother. ‘Mum, why do I need to go to the new school? Why can I not go to kindergarten with my friends? Why do I go to the same grade as Charlette?’ I queried, in shock and sadness. ‘You are older than your friends by enough to fall in the same year as your sister, so you will both be in the same class, my dear.’ Mother sounded frustrated, trying to explain things to me. She had told me more than once, but it still did not seem to me that it was right. I did not want to leave the few friends I had made. My mother made a different excuse each time she told me, yet my father was happy to keep me in kindergarten longer. Mother always won when it came to their children.
On the first day of school, a driver, my two older twin brothers, and sister Charlette, took us all to school in their father’s large SUV. From then on, we would all catch the bus and join the other children from the pack. Mother believed we needed to catch the bus in the hope they would bond with other kids in the pack and not look like spoiled pups from a privileged family. This school was both lower school and high school, all in one, making it a huge school. I followed behind Charlette and Jason, my head bouncing around, taking in the surrounding sights. So many kids of all sizes were walking about, which was overwhelming for such a little girl. Jason walked into an open door and greeted a lady standing near the entrance. ‘Morning, Ms Dove, these are my sisters. I will leave them with you. I got to run and catch up with Justin.’ Jason all but ran out the door before even properly introducing them to the teacher. The lady had a kind, welcoming smile.
As she looked at the girls before her, she glanced up to watch Jason rush out of the door with an amused smile before looking back at the two before her. ‘Morning Girls, I am Ms Dove. What are your names?’ Her soft, calming voice made me eager to please this lady. ‘I am Charlette, and this is Emily.’ Charlette said smugly, taking the lead role as the older sister. A boy sat on the seat next to me, fiddling with his phone. It shocked me that one so young could have a phone. I pondered for a while as the teacher continued the roll call about whether I would ask my mother if they could have one, too. I was sure my brothers already had a phone which they had given to them when they started school last year. Emily POV Justin came to our rooms and took us outside to sit on the grass and eat lunch. 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. After dinner ‘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.
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. ‘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. ‘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. ‘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. ‘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. I took the phone to my room, I felt terrible about asking for a phone. Was it all my fault?