Rejected My Alpha Mate Chapter 6

#Chapter 6 I’ll let you go when and if I want

"What a filthy dog! I absolutely cannot get over Tyler blocking your calls! Does he think the mate bond will break on its own?"

Focusing on keeping my hand steady, I traced the shape of my eyelid. Bella had given free rein in her makeup drawer; she was always the bold one though she didn’t really need costics.

I had spent the night alternating emotions. Bella and I ate too much junk food while complaining about n. We had decided I would be single forever soti between the last of the potato chips and the first carton of ice cream.

"I don’t know what he’s thinking," I answered her honestly, "It isn’t like I can hear his thoughts. I can barely feel him outside the headache he’s given ."

Was that what Tyler wanted to do? Make miserable? Physically wear down after all the years of ntally breaking ?

I finished my eyes and put on a tinted lip gloss. I didn’t want to go too heavy with my makeup when this job interview was already a longshot for .

Bella worked at a fine dining restaurant with live entertainnt called Blue Diamond. Their pianist had ran off with one of their waitresses after discovering they were fated mates.

"You look great! Stop worrying. You were on the Dean’s List every sester and you have a degree in music! No one will be able to believe you’re serious about working at the restaurant."

I smiled though I knew it didn’t reach my eyes.

Bella always knew what to say to make feel better. I was overqualified, but I had never had a full-ti job. There was a good chance I would be rejected based on lack of practical experience.

"Are you sure you’re okay going on in for the interview alone? I could call Jack. Tell him we could et for dinner tonight instead."

"No, no, don’t do that," I protested, "I’ll be fine on my own and you’ll be coming in to start your shift in a few hours anyway. It isn’t as if the place can function without their best pastry chef, right?"

Bella laughed, "Right! Well, I’m off! See you in a few hours and good luck!"

I spent so ti trying to get Tyler to respond to either through mind-link or ssages. He had blocked from sending voicemail or texts so I had resorted to email.

I was sure the only reason he hadn’t blocked on his email was a fear I would start ssaging his corporate account and risk his assistant seeing my letters.

If Tyler thought I was going to let him tornt with a half-severed bond forever, he was dead wrong.

I had endured three years of being his unwanted mate. I had learned to cook his favorite als, sated him in his bed even when he didn’t say so much as a single kind word to , and tolerated him going around with other won along with a hundred other indignities along the way. I would admit Tyler had a right to be angry with , but I had my own cause to resent him, too.

Neither of us had been happy together.

I chose to take the bus to Blue Diamond. My simple pencil skirt and blouse suited my slim figure. I’d gone with a French twist for my hair. My makeup gave a healthy glow; I felt confident as I caught a few passengers giving approving looks.

It had been an awfully long ti since I had last felt pretty.

Entering the restaurant, I kept my hand on my purse to avoid fidgeting. The hostess greeted and directed to the piano for my interview. I settled on the bench, adjusting my posture before playing a quick scale.

"You look at ho there."

I was startled by the deep voice and turned with my hands hanging above the keys, "I---I’m sorry. I was testing the balance. It’s well-tuned. A fine instrunt."

"Yes," the man agreed, smiling at in amusent, "I do tend to take care of my instrunts. I wouldn’t be a very good businessman if I couldn’t do that much, right? I’m Roy. Club owner and manager. Bella said your na was Rachel?"

"Rachel Flores. I’m pleased to et you, Roy. Thank you so much for this opportunity."

We shook hands and I was surprised to find his grip firm and sure. He treated as if I were a worthy applicant. I hoped he would be serious about the job.

Shuffling through the music on the stand, Roy selected a piece, "Here. This is a favorite of our patrons. Play as much as you feel confident about and we’ll talk."

I scanned the page once before playing. The rhythm was familiar and the tune only of a dium level of difficulty. I had no problem completing the two pages Roy had placed in front of .

"I can keep playing?"

Roy shook his head, chuckling, "No need. I thought Bella might have been exaggerating when she said you had a degree in music. She wasn’t though, was she?"

"No."

"But you want to work here? As a piano accompanint in a restaurant?"

"Yes."

We were both smiling as I t his questions with only one-word answers. I had always been a bit shy. I also didn’t think Roy needed to know about my personal business.

"Well then, welco aboard, Rachel Flores. Can you start tomorrow?"

I nodded at him, "I can. Do you have a preferred dress?"

"White shirt and black trousers or skirts. You’re welco to wear plain black shoes, either flats or a small heel."

"Is my current outfit okay?"

"Absolutely. So tomorrow? Would you be able to do 4 PM to midnight? I’d need you to arrive at 3:30 PM to go through so practice runs."

I agreed and took copies of the music back to Bella’s with . I wanted to do my best even if I was only the accompanint to the singer. My evening went fast, far faster than I expected.

Bella squealed when I told her I got the job. She insisted I et her at Blue Diamond for a drink after her shift. I hesitated to accept since a lot of Tyler’s social circle ca there, but Bella was quick to point out I would soon be a fixture at the restaurant. Why not celebrate my first real job with my new coworkers?

I didn’t bother to change, feeling comfortable enough to settle at the bar to wait on Bella. I ordered a martini while I waited.

"You!"

I jerked at the furious hiss behind , "What?"

Turning around, I saw none other than Jenny the Model.

I knew Tyler and his friends liked Blue Diamond, but to see Jenny there on the day I got hired? What kind of luck did I have?

"What are you doing here? Are you stalking ?"

I blinked at her in complete confusion.

"Well! Did you follow here or what?"

"How would I have followed you here? I was here before you."

"Don’t be smart with ! You could have been tracking my phone or reading Tyler’s ssages or hacking his accounts or anything!"

I held back until I realized she was going to keep on nagging unless I cut her off.

"Why would I hack my mate’s account to find out anything about his mistress? Do you really think you’re that interesting to ?"

Jenny drew in a shocked breath as if I had slapped her and snapped, "I am not his mistress! You’re barely even his mate! He hates you!"

My head hurt too much from the lingering mate bond and dealing with this stupid woman’s accusations. I was finished talking to her.

"Admitting I’m his mate ans you’re interfering in an established relationship which ans you are a mistress at best!"

Jenny glared at , "He told all about you! He said you blackmailed him for money and that’s the only reason he’s with you. If I’m a mistress, then you’re a whore!"

I lost control of myself for a mont. Rayne rose inside prepared to fight and I countered her desire to reach out with our claws in favor of throwing the martini into Jenny’s face.

I said, "I’m his mate by right of the Moon Goddess. You and your child should be thankful I’m not taking him before pack court to demand my portion of his assets. Would you be so proud if I left him without his money?"

"You wouldn’t dare sue him!"

"In our court, I am entitled to compensation from my fated mate!"

"You’re not his wife! You aren’t entitled to anything!"

"I’m his fated mate, you stupid cow," I snapped, completely done with her, "No human law compares. I’m entitled to half of everything he has down to his soul."

"Is that what you’re after? My soul?"

Tyler’s voice shocked the sa as a martini to the face.

I whirled towards him. "No! I just want my rejection."

"What about half of everything?"

I shook my head ’no’ and Tyler grabbed my wrist, jerking off my stool.

He was angry. A blind human could tell he was angry.

"Tell the truth!"

"I told you the truth," I spat, trying to twist my arm free of his grasp, "I just want my rejection! I’ve had enough of being mated to you."

"I’ll let you go when and if I want."

"You’ll let her go right now," Bella snapped from behind Tyler, moving between us to break his cruel grip on my arm, "We’re leaving."

I was in an emotional daze as Bella escorted out. She’d been told soone was harassing while she was straightening up the kitchen. I was grateful for her intervention.

Why wouldn’t Tyler just reject already? What did he want from !?