The Rise of the Alpha's Daughter

Surprise Visit

Jacob's POV

The deafening sound of the empty arms welcomed me as I shut the door. I was totally wiped out and the only thing that appealed to me at that moment was my bed. I head straight to my small bedroom and crashed onto it. Fifteen minutes later, my eyes were still open and my mind hadn't stopped roaming. The memories were coming back again and it was harder to control them in my weary state. I lunged for the small cabinet beside my bed but I found out that the mini container in which I kept my pills was empty when I grabbed it. Frustrated, I tossed it across the room and it sailed into the hallway way and disappeared. The memories came rushing again and I gripped my head in agony as I tried to shake them away but they stuck like glue to wood.

The argument, the screaming, my claws coming out of their own accord, the dark cloud right before my eyes and the resonating heartbeats in my ear as I ran forward and swiped with my claws until the heartbeats stopped. Nothing I would love more than to go back and change everything. I might not be as strong as I am now if I did that but I didn't care.

The memories continued looping in my mind until I thought I was going to go crazy. By the time I checked the time, I realized I had been unable to sleep for almost two hours. Seeing as my attempts were futile, I rose from the bed and headed to the sitting room. The knock on the door came just as I was about to sit on the couch. I paused to ensure what I was hearing was not just in my head and the knock came again a few seconds later, even harder than before.

I never had any visitors. Not in years. Who could it be and what did they want?

I took my time walking to the door and I paused with my hand on the door handle. I looked into the peephole but I couldn't see anyone.

Was it a prank?

No. I was sure I heard the knock.

I turned the door handle and opened it so quickly that it startled the person standing behind it. My hand went straight for the throat but I stopped just short when I saw the person's face. It was the last person I was expecting to see. Hell, I hadn't even expected to see her again. Not after what had happened the last time. Both of us stared at each other without saying anything and my heart was jumping all over the place.

Stupid, careless organ.

I wanted to allow her in and welcome her as best as I could, and at the same time, I wanted to turn her away and never see her again.

“Hi,” she said.

I shut the door immediately and returned to the couch. I lay in it and stared at the ceiling. She knocked but I ignored it. She knocked two more times, which I still ignored, and then I heard the door handle turn. The door opened and she walked inside.

“Get out,” I growled at her.

“Not happening,” she said as she continued walking towards me.

“Your father doesn't want you around me, remember?” I said and sat up.

“He doesn't tell me what to do and I wouldn't even listen if he did,” she said. She looked around for where to sit but there was one as the only furniture I had in my living room was the chair I was sitting on. Her gaze finally rested on it and she began walking again.

“Don't even think of it,” I warned, but she didn't stop.

“Or what?” She asked. She walked around the table and perched onto the couch.

“You don't belong here. Leave.” I ordered. I stood up from the chair and went to the door. I opened it and left it that way with my hand pointing outside.

She sat back into the chair and put her legs on the table. Not even me did that. “I'm not going anywhere until I fulfill my purpose for coming here,” she said.

“Which is?” I asked, sharply.

“Reintroduction,” she replied. Our encounter that day was ruined by that nasty creature and I hope we can fix that.”

“There's nothing to fix,” I said. “I want you out of my house. Now.”

“Goodluck with that,” she said and at that moment, I realized there was nothing I could do to get her out, except if I wanted to get physical with her which was something I would never do.

Sighing in frustration, I shut the door and returned inside.

“What's your name?” I asked.

“You don't know my name?” She asked with a surprised look on her face.

“Would I be asking if I knew?”

“Everyone in the Harelson clan knows my name,” she replied, as if she was talking to a stupid person. “It's Kristen, anyways,” she added before I could say anything to that.

“Whatever,” I said and went towards the kitchen. The little back and forth I had with her had made me hungry and then I realized that was probably what was wrong with me all along that I hadn't been able to sleep.

I heard her footsteps behind me as I entered the kitchen and went for the cabinet that held my pots and pans. I realized how stressful it would be to make what I wanted to make so I changed my mind and headed to the refrigerator instead. I grabbed the remaining bread I had and nutella and carried them to the kitchen counter.

“Care for some?” I asked her as I spread nutella on the few slices of bread I had on a plate. I don't know why I did that but I did it anyway.

She hesitated for a few moments and nodded her head. I handed her the one I was making when I was done and I made another for myself. I went for another and I later ended up eating three sandwiches before I could stop myself. A loud and fierce knock came on the door as I was clearing the plates.

Two visitors in one day. How lucky I was.

I paused with the plates in my hand and I stared in the direction of the kitchen door.

“Aren't you going to answer that?” She asked.

“I'm not expecting anyone,” I replied and carried the plates to the sink.

“Open this door now or I'll kick it down,” a voice called out from outside and both of us froze. I recovered first and I turned on her with an angry look.

“What's he doing here?” I asked.

“I don't know,” she replied. “Stay here. I'll go talk to him.”

“No one tells me what to do in my house,” I said and followed her to the door. The knock came again and then it turned into a pounding. That sound was too familiar and it triggered the memories I fought so hard to suppress. Furious, I increased my pace and overtook her before she got to the door.

I pulled it open and I wanted to say, ‘what the f**k do you want?’, but the words never made it out of my mouth as I felt something solid connect with my face and I reeled back into the house.