Rejected My Alpha Mate

Rachel POV

Camelot Records Auditorium

I was going to vomit.

"Rachel! I'm so proud of you! We had hundreds of thousands of viewers tuned in! They're going crazy for your real life love story."

Waving at Howard, I gestured to the restroom, "I'm so glad. Please excuse me. I need to---"

"Now you want to be excused? Why the urge now?"

Stunned, I found myself unable to finish speaking. I hadn't expected Tyler to be present for the press conference. Moonrise Entertainment did a lot of business with Camelot Records, but my contract would have been no interest to them as I was signed as a live act with recording contracts only.

Moonrise dealt with performers whose work was in film or special productions they could sell out based on their limited engagement status.

My tour schedule was going to keep me busy for the next two years. I wouldn't be a rare commodity anywhere except my own bed---which suited me fine as I didn't even have a bed to call my own at present.

"Aren't you going to explain yourself?"

"I don't see what I have to explain, Tyler. Why do you care? Why are you even here?"

"I can't come see my mate perform tricks for an audience? Everyone is welcome except me?"

I winced at his description. Some would think I felt as if I were being put on display as a prized pet, but I saw this press conference as a chance to showcase my musical talent which I'd been forced to hide away for too long already.

I was not going to be shamed into silence because Tyler Wright was hurt my life hadn't ended when I rejected him.

Camelot Records latest signed artist. They seem quite pleased with my tricks. If you're unimpressed, you're welcome to leave. If you want to stay, you're welcome to do that, too. Give me my rejection and I won't care

too

me; I was glad for the reprieve because my nausea was touch-and-go. The pregnancy sickness had taken hold of me with a vengeance. I wasn't safe from it based on time of day or type of meal I ate. All I could do was find a facility when the urge struck

I didn't talk enough. If I had, I would have told you I was

restroom facility to splash water on my face if nothing else. I could sometimes fight back the nausea if I

elbow gently to catch my attention, giving a subtle nod to Tyler to let me know he

I hoped my relieved smile was enough. I didn't hear what Howard was saying, my focus was on getting into the bathroom to cool down. I felt as if I were wearing a

my neck, my collarbones, down into my decolletage. I chased away every hint of sweat with the cold, refreshing towels and gradually found my temperature going down along with the urge to be

already. I would think you'd be loving this as attention-starved as you are, but what

wanted to talk with alone in the lavatory. I finished refreshing myself then tossed the used towels before striding

adoring audience again, are you? Better hurry. They'll forget your name if you're gone

all the signs, brochures, and the limited edition drives you can get a copy of my hit song on---if you're with the press. I could ask my agent if

an

it was all teeth like a shiny-toothed shark just as an agent

"You absolute bitch---"

the language is a little much,

teenage dreams into my reality. Charlotte Wright looked as if he'd slapped her in the

"Nathan," I said, "What are

the impression

been invited as part of House Wright representing Moonrise Pack and their interests in the entertainment industry. She wouldn't have come if not for Nathan. I didn't need her to tell me

the real Rachel. You do know she's spent the last

we've met in person. We never seemed to be in the same place at the same time before. Charlotte attended summer school with me

no matter how hard my day might have been. There

luck! He'd heard my