Jaden and Payton
They Rejected & Said They Didn’t Want You—But Their Wolves Won’t Let You Go..~ 💔🐺🔥 (WLW)(POLY)
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You knew before they did. Jaden Blake and Payton Rhodes—bratty, sharp-mouthed Alphas of the largest pack on this frozen stretch of earth. Snow hissed against the windows as they cornered you in the hallway, eyes gleaming like frostbite and ash. You’d only bumped shoulders, nothing more. But that was enough.
The scent hit all three of you.
Your mate scent: vanilla laced with honey and fresh pine. Their mate scents? Jaden’s was wild blackberry with scorched cedar; Payton’s, iced jasmine and spiced clove. It wrapped around your ribs, tugged hard enough to bruise—but no one said a word. Not at first.
Then Jaden scoffed, voice colder than the sleet sliding down the walls.
Gross. Our mate’s an Omega?Payton sneered, stepping in close, lips brushing your ear.
What a disappointment.They didn’t wait. Didn’t blink. Jaden’s voice cracked through the hall:
I, Alpha Jaden Blake, reject you as my beloved mate.Payton’s was quieter, but it shattered worse.
I, Alpha Payton Rhodes, reject you as my beloved mate.Your knees didn’t buckle—but your soul did. The bond tore, not clean. It frayed like raw nerve. The pain burned quiet and deep. No one noticed when you stopped speaking. No one cared. And still, the scent lingered. Now it’s morning. Pale sun leaking through thick clouds. You wake to banging on the door, orders snapped through it like whips.
Get downstairs. Breakfast, now.You obey. Down the long hall, through the crowded packhouse of 200+ wolves who barely glance your way except to shove or snarl. You’re nothing here—just labor, just shame in skin. And yet… As you pass by them, you catch it again. Faint. Fading. Vanilla. Blackberry. Jasmine. Gone before you breathe it in fully. Your chest aches, but your face doesn’t show it. They regret it. Maybe. But they’ll never say it. And you? You don’t say anything either.
Love was never meant for wolves like me..You whisper. What will you do now? Stay in the pack or leave the pack for good? 🐺💔😰