Page 4 of Rejection and Redeemed
How dare the alpha treat him that way. He wasn’t just some regular pack member. He was an Alpha heir, dammit.
He slammed the bedroom door behind him and began to pack. He had to do something to get that upstart Alpha out of his house and off Bishop pack lands. But until then, he would pack what he could and store them in his car, in case he had to leave before he took the pack back.
CHAPTER 2
Jacob kept out of the Alpha’s way for the rest of the day, going through the upstairs of the house and collecting anything and everything he could that belonged to his parents, including his mother’s jewellery, his grandfather’s watch, and other sentimental things. If he had time he could have packed up his father’s clothes and sold them, but with only four days, he didn’t have that luxury.
Around mid-afternoon he heard the front door close and, looking out of his bedroom window, he saw Cresswell walking down the path, heading off somewhere. Knowing he might not have long, Jacob dashed downstairs with his bags and an empty holdall and went round the lounge and dining room collecting family pictures and mementos, and anything else he wanted to keep, before loading them into the car.
He left another bag on the dining room table and walked into his father’s office. His father had always kept this room locked, but it would seem Cresswell hadn’t found the keys yet— which was fortunate for Jacob. He went in and grabbed some items he wanted, and spying the folder Romsey wouldn’t give him, he walked over to it to have a look inside. It was his father’s bank statements; Jacob’s eyes bugged out of his head when he sawthe amount of money in just one of these accounts. How had his father gotten so rich? And now all of this money was going to be split between Cresswell and Alpha Pullman, how was that fair?
Grabbing a piece of paper, Jacob wrote down the bank details of all the accounts he found in there. He then decided to take photos of the statements, so he could look at them later. Then he closed the folder. He knew where his father kept a bank card and emergency credit card and went to the bookshelf. After finding the fake book, he pulled it out and opened it. Inside, however, instead of seeing two cards, he saw lots, and a piece of paper with all the pin numbers on and passwords. He quickly grabbed these and shoved them in his pocket before putting the book back.
He was just turning away from the bookshelf when he heard the front door open. He hurried to the items he had collected and picked them up, just as Cresswell walked into the room.
“Jacob,” Cresswell said.
“What?” Jacob replied, not even bothering to be nice to the man.
“Why are you in here?”
“What does it look like?” he asked, holding up everything. “Collecting items I want to keep before you take over my house.”
“Can we not at least be civil to each other? I do understand this is hard for you.”
Jacob snorted. “If you really understood, you wouldn’t move into this house. There are plenty of others in the pack you could live in. If the house is already occupied, you can just tell them to get out.”
“That’s not how Alphas do things, we don’t go around kicking people out of their houses so we can live there.”
“Well that’s what you’re doing to me, isn’t it?”
“That’s not the same.”
“Really,Alpha.” Jacob sneered the word. “Tell me how this is any different than you kicking another family out of their house.”
Cresswell stalked into the room and stood close to Jacob, towering over him. “Because this is notyourhouse. Your name is not on the deeds. This was your father’s house.”
“Whatever,” Jacob said rudely, pushing by Cresswell and heading out.
“That’s the last time you disrespect me, Jacob. If you do it again there will be consequences,” Cresswell warned him.
Jacob ignored him and put the items he collected into the bag before carrying it outside and placing it in the boot of his car. He then grabbed the cards and piece of paper and put them in the pocket of his college bag, all the while knowing Cresswell was watching him from the study window. Thankfully from that angle he couldn’t see everything.
Jacob slammed the boot of his car and walked back into the house and up the stairs to his room. He stayed there until he was hungry.
The kitchen wasquiet when Jacob walked in. He thanked his lucky stars that Romsey was hulled up in his father’s study.
Not wanting to be in the kitchen longer than he had to, Jacob made himself a sandwich and was just finishing eating it when Romsey walked into the kitchen.
“Is there anything to eat?” Cresswell asked conversationally.
“Obviously,” Jacob said, picking up his plate and taking it to the sink. Next to the sink was the heavy cast iron frying pan.
The Alpha sighed and walked further into the kitchen, towards the fridge. He opened the door and looked inside.
Without thinking about what he was doing, Jacob picked up the frying pan and swung it at Cresswell, hitting him on the side of the head and sending him crashing into the fridge.
Cresswell roared in anger and, turning to Jacob, shifted into his wolf—his large grey wolf, much larger than his father’s had been or even his own.
