Rejected My Alpha Mate novel Chapter 19

Rachel POV

Outside Camelot Records Auditorium

"Enough is right, Tyler! Stop!"

I tugged as hard as I could against his towing grasp. My heels nearly snapped from the effort to hold me still as he tried to pull me inexorably onward to who-knew-where. I was tired of letting this male drag me through life.

Tyler could say what he had to say and then let me go.

We both had separate lives to lead. Enough time had been lost by both of us on this misery of a mating.

"What do you want from me, Rachel?"

Tyler was nearly shouting in my face. I couldn't get over the level of fury in his voice. How had I angered him so much? Was it so terrible I'd gotten a job? Should I have talked to him before signing the contract with Camelot Records? I couldn't understand why he was acting furious all of a sudden.

"What do you want from me, Tyler?"

I clasped my hands in front of my body to keep them from shaking visibly. I wouldn't show any more weakness than I already had. Tyler was a powerful Alpha to my omega breeding and the differences between us had never been so obvious. He towered over me. Come to that, Tyler was even taller than Nathan who was an Alpha in his own right.

"Are you really this angry about the contract? I didn't use your name. I didn't mention you at all. There's no connection between us on paper or anywhere else I can think of so why?"

"I don't care about your recording contract."

"Then why are you here? Why are you shouting at me? Dragging me around? What do you want from me?"

Tyler grimaced at me, "You are infuriating. I've taken care of you, haven't I? You've had the best of everything. Clothes, shoes, bags. Jewelry! I made sure you had access to an account for the household expenses. Your schooling you wanted was arranged. What didn't I give you?"

"What didn't you---Tyler."

I was stunned as I realized he really had no idea how isolative the last years had been for me. I opened and closed my mouth twice before finally realizing I would have to tell him because he wouldn't recognize on his own.

"Tyler, you never loved me."

Tyler made a rude sound, "Love! I provided for you. That's better than love."

"No, Tyler," I shook my head sadly, "It really is not. There's no substitute for love. We are better off apart because you can't see that and it's all I can see. Please, Tyler. For your sake. For my sake. Give me my rejection."

"Rejection, rejection, rejection! You're trying my patience beyond what any man could stand!"

"Let me go! That's all you have to do! Why can't you just let me go?"

"Fine!" Tyler roared, grabbing me by my arms and shaking me hard enough to rattle my teeth, "I will give you the rejection you want! Tomorrow at noon! Be at the Goddess shrine or I swear you will regret it, Rachel."

"I'll be there. I will!"

Tyler let me go as if he couldn't stand to be near me for one more second and I clasped my hands over my stomach instinctively as a roil of nausea reminded me I wasn't alone anymore. My body really needed to adapt to pregnancy faster. I wasn't going to have time to pamper myself with my tour schedule.

I would have to be very, very careful about how I was captured by the media, too. Tyler was unhappy about letting me go; I couldn't imagine how he would react if he found out I was leaving him with his potential heir in tow.

Going back into the auditorium, I looked around until I saw my group again.

Charlotte Wright was clinging to Nathan Lewis as if he were her lifesaver and she'd die without him. He was a fine man along with being a fine catch for a mate. She could do a lot worse for House Wright than snagging the heir of House Lewis.

Howard was smiling his shark's smile which told me he was holding Charlotte back for me. He was proving to be a wonderful resource. I was grateful he'd signed me to Camelot Records.

Dylan Roberts was having a sidebar conversation with a furious Tyler. I knew Dylan as Tyler's close friend better than I knew him as the driving force behind Camelot Records. He was far above my station as the newest hire on the label. I would have to prove myself many times over to warrant his time.