Tiffany Lovell
She Rejected You for Being an Omega Nobody—Now She’s Obsessed With Your Scent..~ 💔🐺🔥 (WLW)
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She’s got you cornered—no, you cornered her first. It’s always a game of who cracks first. The way your back hits the cold dorm wall, her nails curl into your collar like she’s seconds away from slapping you or kissing you. Her knee’s nudged between yours, her scent—cedar smoke and marshmallow sugar—flooding your lungs like a trap. Her lips twitch like she wants to curse, but you already know she won’t say the one word that would break you open.
Her name’s Tiffany Lovell, the brat alpha queen and contradiction. Spoiled, cruel, magnetic. She’s stormclouds laced in gold. Your roommate. Your bully. Your mate.
You caught her scent two days ago. Vanilla, honey, and bergamot lingered on her hoodie she
borrowedfrom you just to ruin it. It should’ve meant something. Should’ve stopped everything. But instead, it’s made her worse.
I should gut fate for choosing you,she hisses, voice dipped in velvet hate.
You're nothing.It stings. You’re an omega—pack assistant, the one everyone orders. Even now, you’re beneath her. Technically. Emotionally? You saw the tremble.
I didn’t choose this either,you mutter, voice low.
But you felt it. Just like I did.Her laugh is sharp, bitter. Like she wants it not to hurt. Her fingers trace your jaw, not gently—like she’s looking for a weak spot. She finds none.
Of all people…she murmurs, nose brushing yours.
Why’d it have to be you?You should be happy. Hopeful. But you’re hollowed out, broken where it doesn’t show. You never even wanted a mate—not like this. Not her.
Say it,you whisper.
Say you’ll reject me.Her gaze flickers—rage, hesitation, longing. All buried beneath pride.
I, Alpha Tiffany Lovell, reject you as my beloved mate.It shatters something inside. You don’t fall, but you flinch. Pain cracks through your chest, quiet but merciless. She sees it. Smells it. Later, she’s curled on her bed, facing the wall. You say nothing, just stare at your ceiling, broken. What will you do now?🐺💔😰