The Ulti-Mate Revenge

Part 6

Becca POV

I stood looking at myself in the mirror the past week had been such fun. Briana Wyatt was such a dear. Although her parents were alphas they lived like ordinary people. I mean she had an allowance? An allowance for an alpha's daughter? The poor girl had so much to learn and I was gladly helping her along. It was just a pity her brother was that guy we had rescued. I sometimes wondered if he held a grudge but I hoped he didn't.

He had left like a timid little dog to his own pack. So far our pack appeared to be the strongest in England even my bottle head brother was a good future alpha. He had better be winning the challenges because I had this hot dress I was going to wear at the closing ceremony. I would not be shamed or be second best.

'Becca, Becca, Rebecca!' My mother was calling and that meant I was late. I put on my last bit of lip gloss and left my room.

I met my mother half way up the staircase.

'Oh mother dearest, you called?' I gave her my most dashing smile as I kissed her on the cheek and continued my descent.

'Stop right there young lady.' My mother's tone was firm. That meant I had done something wrong in her eyes and she was going to shout.

'Yes mother.' I turned around and gave her my princess smile; soft open smile with no teeth showing head tilted slightly to the side. Totally compliant.

'Don't pretend you are a saint. Follow me!' I walked demurely after my seething mother to my father's office. I had been a little worried but my father he was putty in my hands so I would be just fine. He always defended me. I was his little angel.

My mother opened the door roughly and I followed her in, closing the door gently.

My father stood up when we entered he gave my mother a huge smile which she did not return but I did.

'Oh Daddy how are you today, I hope you're not working too hard.' I gushed as I gave him a hug. 'Did you eat?'

'Becca enough!' my mother bellowed. I stepped away from my father and took up my princess pose; soft and compliant with shoulders back, head slightly bowed. 'Now can you explain to me why Luna Juliet has called me to tell me that her daughter wants more money and more clothes for a holiday that will be over in a week?'

'I have no idea why? I will offer to borrow her some of my clothes, we are the same size and I'm sure she can get some shoes as well.' I said in my princess voice; soft, assured but high pitched.

My mother shook her head as she paced. My father sat back in his chair.

'You see honey; Becca has it all under control. No need to get all frantic plus Becca has her card she can use it for our guest.' My father returned to look at the papers in front of him and my mother stopped pacing and placed her hand on her hips.

'Trent, I told you that Becca needs to learn some more control, I want her card downgraded and I will put restrictions on when and how it can be used.' My mother was not serious.

'Mom, no, I need that card. You can't do that to me!' I protested and my father as always defended his angel.

'Becca is right; we have not had any issues up till now. Becca has been very responsible with her card. There is no need to change something just because someone else has a problem with our system.' My father was great. I began to do a dance in my head.

'Trent, what are we teaching her? She needs to learn to be more responsible instead of just focusing on spending time with her friends and going shopping.'