The city of Yvelo II is especially crowded this time of day it seems. Kylo can feel the occasional pair of eyes on him, people curious about the owner of the fancy ship that just landed in the bay. He pays them no mind, all of them inconsequential to his mission on this worthless planet. He didn’t even want to waste his time here, but multiple generals on his council were insistent. There were strong leads that pointed here, suggesting a spy the Order is after is finding refuge on Yvelo II. He’d been told it would be worth checking out at least, so off he’d went.

He hadn’t brought Stormtroopers with him, instead choosing two of his Knights. They’re significantly better at keeping a low profile compared to the bright, shiny white spotlight Troopers make in a crowd. Not to mention their Force abilities will be crucial in trying to find an individual in the masses. Ap’lek and Kuruk stand next to Kylo now, covered head to toe in their typical array of weapons and black armor.

“Fan out. Find what you can.” Kylo orders. “Alert me when you get something.”

Both of the Knights nod, going forward and immediately disappearing into the ebb and flow of the city. Kylo decides to go in a different direction, trying to cover as much ground as possible. If this mission ends up being entirely worthless, he thinks he’s going to gut whoever came up with it in the first place.

The heat of all the collected bodies and heavy atmosphere presses in on him, sweat collecting beneath his mask and black padded armor, making it feel like it’s stuck to his skin. He knows it’s also making his scent all the more pungent, especially when a few heads turn as he passes by, their own noses assaulted by his alpha pheromones.

He does his best to weave amongst the streams of people, his hood drawn up in an attempt to make himself more inconspicuous, hiding the majority of his newly reconstructed helmet. Merchant carts line the streets, sellers yelling out their wares and deals to try and attract anyone with enough credits. He passes by more than a few squabbles, some started over something as petty as being bumped into while others are about trying to swindle a better deal. There’s restaurants made out of run down buildings mixed into the mess, all of them seeming to be full with lines out the door.

It’s all very loud, creating a jumble of thoughts and noises inside Kylo’s mind that he can barely make sense of. He knew this mission was stupid, he truly didn’t know why he let himself be persuaded to do it. Even with his Knights, he has very few hopes of finding a spy that might be on the planet. Some of the notes about the mission suggested the western sector of the main city, so that’s where he tries to head now. There’s a ring of informants that lives in the area, selling themselves to whoever has more to offer.

Kylo has to shoulder his way through the denser parts of the crowd, his height and width always coming in handy. He even gets the rare person jumping out his way when they smell him coming—he likes when that happens. It satisfies that primal part of himself.

The throngs of people begin to thin the farther he gets from the market square, allowing him to finally hear his own thoughts and make sense of the ones of those around him. None of them are worth anything; one is thinking about what she’ll make her family for dinner, another is cursing about having to spend so much on a ship part, and all the rest follow the same meaningless pattern.

Until there’s something that makes him stop in his tracks.

It feels as though someone just dragged their fingers up his spine, a shiver running through his body. There’s a singular, female voice that’s louder than the others, as if it’s being projected to him specifically. Although based on what she’s saying, it doesn’t seem like it’s on purpose, making Kylo all the more curious. She’s the one thing he can hear clearly, the only thing he can understand as everything else fades. There’s a rasp to her voice from misuse, from having to yell across a workers line. It’s… oddly soothing, calming something deep within him on default. It creates a very strong, very irresistible urge to keep that voice close.

Kylo tries to take a singular step forward and fails when he feels such a strong tug in his chest that it jerks him backwards. It startles him, setting him on edge with his hand against his lightsaber that rests on his hip. One word rings clearly and unexpectedly in his mind: mate. His blood seems to sing, pounding in his ears as everything in his biology screams at him to follow that tug. He has to help her, protect her, protect his omega-

He shakes his head roughly, his breathing becoming labored. His thoughts are jumbled, turned into a cacophony of desperate thoughts surrounding this mysterious voice. He doesn’t know what’s come over him and he finds he’s unable to use the Force to center himself, the otherworldly power instead exacerbating his problem. It projects this woman even more, to the point he can almost taste her on the roof of his mouth with just the smallest inkling of her scent, something so heavenly and right that he needs to get his hands on it before he jumps out of his skin. He feels an ache in his own scent glands, like his body knows how close it is to something he’s been looking for without realizing.

He has no choice. He has to follow that voice, that pull, that feral need.

He has to find her.

» ☆ «

You wipe sweat from your brow for the hundredth time. Lupar’s never wanted to invest in some fucking air conditioners in the workshop, despite complaints from every person that’s stepped inside. It’s suffocating, but you’ve gotten so used to it that it’s like a second home. It’s strenuous work for little pay, but it still manages to put food on the table and even allows you to get a drink every now and then.

You’ve worked for Lupar for around ten years now, finding your way into his shop when you were twelve and sticking around since. You’d been interested in the heavy-set male with gills on the side of his neck, webbed fingers, and pale green skin. It made you wonder why an aquatic like him chose to live on a hot, dry planet like this one.

You stayed because of Lupar’s generosity, something different from the flat out cruelty other workshop owners partook in. Besides, there’s worse things you could be wasting your life on than making ship parts in the back of his store. Lupar sells them for cheaper than most other vendors so people are always buying from him, luckily keeping you employed.

You’ve been promoted multiple times throughout the course of your time, steadily moving up the line all the way to where you are now: quality control. You stand at the end of the line, inspecting each piece as it comes your way for any loose or missing bits, then dipping it into its final sealant once it’s deemed satisfactory. The chemicals always burn your hands through the shitty gloves you wear but your skin has become so rough and calloused that you barely notice anymore.

Lupar trusts you more than any of the others, giving you the job of keeping everyone straight and making sure there’s no slackers. The whip that sits on your belt is telling enough of your status, though you’ve never used it and never plan on it. Simply yelling at anyone not pulling their weight is usually enough to solve the problem. Most of the workers are kids, just like you were when you started. You still have the scars on your back from the times you messed up around the wrong person.

“Zara, straighten up!” You shout. The teen immediately snaps back to attention, her shoulders hunching as she twists her pieces of metal tighter together like she should be. You’d noticed a few of them coming loose in the line, thus tracing it back to a specific part in the process. You huff, taking a rather heavy piece and dipping it into the coating and handing it off to Qiar who puts it on a massive drying rack.

Your life has fallen into an easy pattern. You wake up in your nearby apartment, you work for Lupar from dusk til dawn, and then you go home and do it all again the next day. You gave up your dreams of leaving a long time ago, never having the funds and always being fearful of the what the rest of the galaxy might have in store for an omega like yourself. You owe a lot to Lupar; he was the one that helped you when you presented at thirteen, giving you some of the basic supplies you needed just to survive your first heat.

It was the most unbearable thing you’d ever experienced, but he’d told you that you had to go through at least one to make sure your body didn’t go all out of wack. After that, he’s kept you strictly on suppressants. You aren’t sure where he gets them from and they’re definitely sketchy but they work so you couldn’t give less of a shit. Lupar provides them for all aberrant workers, just so he won’t have to lose them for a week to a heat or rut. It’s less than stellar, but if it allows you to ignore your biology then you’ll take it.

You’re about to take another hunk of metal before you feel it.

A prickle on the back of your neck, the hairs along your arms raising like there’s been a sudden chill despite the workshop being boiling. There’s a ringing that starts in your ears, your head feeling as though it’s been shoved underwater as all the noise around you becomes muffled. You stumble back a step, your eyes shutting in a wince. You don’t know what it is, you don’t know what’s happening, and your heart seems like it’ll beat out of your chest. You can feel a presence just at the corners of your consciousness, massive and dark and intimidating and also so, so… alluring. Something deep, deep inside of you that you haven’t felt for years is desperate for that unfamiliar entity, yearns for it so deeply it makes you ill.

Your lungs constrict in your chest, overcome with nerves and an innate instinct of fear and submission. The scent glands along your neck throb to a near painful degree, as if they’re trying to call out to something but are too blocked by your suppressants to do so. You tentatively reach up a shaking hand, pressing one finger to a gland and immediately regretting it from the ache that meets you. They’re probably flaring red if you had to guess, still unable to emit any scent. Your skin feels like it’s crawling with some kind of primal need you can’t recognize, that dark presence still thrumming along the edges of your mind.

You want it to go away, trying to say so again and again inside your head but it persists as if it can’t hear you, like you have no control. You’re confused, you’re scared, and your body is demanding something you don’t know of. You dig your teeth so sharply into your tongue you can taste blood coating your mouth, the iron tang so sharp it finally snaps you out of it. That, and someone shouting your name right next to your ear.

Your vision clears, your ears cease their ringing. Your breath comes back to you in a gasp, lungs finally free of the fist that was holding them. Qiar is next to you, looking at you with vague concern. “Hey, come on! Get back to work!” He says roughly, motioning to the back up of parts on the table.

“Right-” you begin to speak before blood dribbles down your bottom lip. It seems you bit yourself harder than you thought. “Fuck- sorry-“

Qiar lays a hand on your shoulder and you immediately twist away from him, the touch seeming to burn and feeling wrong. His brows crease. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just- just keep working.” You spit, trying to swallow the blood in your mouth and not choke as you dip a ship part. You can breathe again but your muscles are still tense and it feels like there’s something you’re forgetting. It’s going to drive you mad, you think.

There’s a sudden lull in the line and you’re so busy trying to catch up that you don’t notice for a good few minutes. You’re about to yell at somebody before you hear what they’ve all paused to listen to. There’s shouting and also plenty of things being tossed around and crashing to the ground. It’s not unusual, sometimes Lupar does get the occasional unruly customer, but said customers have never busted down the fucking door.

A lot of the younger kids scream and cower when the door to the workshop goes flying off its hinges. A cloaked stranger in a mask stands in the doorway, his massive build filling the frame and blocking anyone from escape. You notice the weapon ignited at his side before anything else. A lightsaber, spitting red plasma with an unstable crackle to it that you’ve never heard of before. You read about lightsabers and Jedi and all that bullshit when you were younger and had a fascination with them, but you never thought you’d be met with one. Everything about this man sets you on edge; his black robes, his helmet full of red cracks, his chest heaving… and the fact he looks directly at you.

You flinch under his gaze even despite not being able to see his eyes. That muffled sensation from earlier returns, your head swimming as you gasp in pain. Your body doesn’t feel like it’s your own, instead feeling like an animal pacing in a cage, desperate to get out to whatever waits on the other side. Your blood is on fire beneath your skin, and so are your stagnant scent glands.

You can’t do anything as he walks up to you, methodical and predatory. Your limbs refuse to move, gripped tightly by some invisible force. You realize you’re completely at the mercy of this strange man.

Then his scent washes over you.

It reminds you instantly of rain in a forest, giving you the taste of something you’ve never been able to experience. It’s cooling and relaxing, like a fresh breeze blowing across your face. There’s depths to his scent that you haven’t smelled in other aberrants before; cold rain mixed with a gentle tinge of pine and then under it all is something smoky like a campfire, something that promises a strong personality, a strong alpha. It’s the most incredible thing you’ve ever scented, it’s an immediate balm to your burning skin. It soothes that deep, primal thing within you but does nothing to help against your regular, human panic.

“It’s you.” He says lowly, his deep, modulated voice sending shivers down your sweaty back. There’s a curiosity that edges his tone, like he doesn’t quite understand you standing before him—or why he’s been pulled to you. He reaches a gloved palm forward, easily gripping your chin in his fingers and moving your head from side to side. Just that touch is enough to send lightning sparking through your veins. 

You can feel his eyes on your scent glands and it makes you squirm. “Why can’t I smell you?” He speaks as if talking to himself, though you hear the distaste in his tone and his complete disappointment at your blocked scent glands. It irrationally makes you want to apologize, apologize for upsetting this alpha and ever taking suppressants in the first place. What the hell?

“Who are you?” You finally manage to say, trying to steel your voice so you can sound like the opposite of how you feel. He’s much bigger than you, both in height and build, your head having to tilt up slightly just to look into his visor. You’re obviously outclassed, especially with him still holding that lightsaber.

You’re so caught up in each other that you didn’t notice the commotion happening beside you, where Qiar is shoved to the floor by a man dressed very similarly to the one in front of you. “Get off of me!” Qiar shouts, angrily thrashing against his captor, though he has no hope of breaking free. You’re stomach churns when you hear a sickly snap followed by your coworker’s pained screams. He’s hoisted to his feet, tears falling down his sallow face, his body threatening to go limp.

“Master, this is the one we’ve been looking for.” The man says, his voice even deeper and rougher. He reeks of pure alpha—leather and metal and salt, the scent sharp and unpleasant against the roof of your mouth.

“Take him back to the ship.” The one in front of you orders, finally letting go of your jaw. “You’re coming with me, omega.”

You startle at the use of your designation; you haven’t been referred to that way in a long time. You feel the fight rise within you, trying to ignore that other part of you that howls with desperation to go with this threatening man. You bare your teeth, trying your best to growl. It’s a pathetic imitation of something an alpha could do, the sound coming out like a sad garble in your throat. It’s still enough to set off some of the alphas around you, their bodies tensing when they hear your distress call. No one’s coming to save you though.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” You snap. You manage a single step backwards before he’s reaching for you, gripping your arm with a leather clad hand and pulling you back towards him. Your instincts flare, a hiss ripping from you as you flail in his hold, kicking and trying to elbow your way out. It doesn’t work of course, that padded armor he wears doing a good job of protecting him from your weak assault.

“Omega, enough.” The man snarls and… oh. Your body has no choice but to comply. You have to choke back the whine that almost comes out as you struggle to lift your arm for another hit. You become weak in his hold, that alpha voice enough to make even the angriest of omegas turn docile. You’ve never before cursed your biology as much as you do in this moment. You want to continue fighting, to break free and run away but that pathetic thing inside of you has taken over, telling you to listen to the alpha.

He scoops your legs out from under you with a strong arm, holding you to him in a bridal carry as if you weigh nothing. With your face pressed against his tunic, you have no choice but to breathe in an abundance of his heavenly scent. It seems to finally be doing its job and forcing its way into your system and under your skin, bypassing your dosage of suppressants to get your muscles to release their tension and give in.

It all dissipates when you see Lupar’s body on the floor at the front of the shop.

Your flailing movements are so sudden that the man drops you, your knees banging painfully against hard concrete as an agonized scream explodes from you. “No! No, no, no!” You beg, your hands finding his already cooling body and turning him over. There’s a cauterized hole in his chest, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sobs are wracking you before you even realize. Lupar had saved you, he helped you feed yourself and protected you from more pain than you could imagine and this… this is the death he gets?

You’re torn from his body by strong hands around your middle pulling you back. “Get the fuck off me!” You screech, fighting with everything in you, alpha bullshit be damned. You wish you had a blaster, you wish you knew how to use the whip Lupar gave you, you wish you had anything to help you.

“Quiet, omega-” The man says, though the command doesn’t have that edge this time, like he’s trying to give you a choice.

“Fuck you!!” You yell in response, feeling satisfied in yourself when you wheel back your elbow hard enough into his ribs to make him grunt.

It doesn’t last long though. That invisible pressure from before returns, pinning your arms to your sides while your muscles strain in an attempt to escape. You show your small fangs, the growls coming easier this time, fueled by your rage. The alpha hesitates for only a second, clearly off-put by the blatant disobedience and rejection. He quickly collects himself, bringing a gloved hand forward and hovering it in front of your face. You don’t understand what he’s doing until you feel a very sharp pull on your consciousness. You try to resist, to fight back and stay awake, but you find it impossible as your vision starts to go black at the edges. That strong will slips further and further out of your grasp like sand falling from between your fingers.

You have no choice but to give in to the darkness.

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“Find something extra, master?” Kuruk jests when he sees Kylo emerge from the crowds with you securely in his arms.

However, Kylo is in no mood for jokes and so he snarls at the other alpha instead. The Force hangs heavy and dark around him, his scent thick with something tangy that’s downright unpleasant to any competitors nearby. It’s a very loud and clear warning to stay away from the omega he carries. Kuruk bows his head as Kylo passes him on the ramp into the Night Buzzard, fully admitting his submission simply to avoid a conflict on the journey back to base. Kuruk hasn’t seen his master like this before, but he knows good and well what a territorial alpha who just found his mate is capable of. Force only knows what the mighty Kylo Ren would do if any of them misstepped. He’s like a ticking time bomb.

Kylo takes the furthest possible seat from Kuruk and Ap’lek, who sits at one of the weapon control panels fixing calibrations. Kylo can smell Qiar on the ship somewhere, his misery sour on Kylo’s tongue, locked away in one of the prison cells to suffer with his broken arm and collarbone. Kylo curls his body around yours, hiding you within the darkness of his cape and shielding you from any wandering eyes. He’s never felt this on edge, like at any moment someone might try and take you from him and so he needs to be ready. His mind is a useless ramble of mine, mine, omega safe, protect, mine over and over and he finds he’s unable to shake off those thoughts. Not when you look so peaceful as you sleep, so wonderfully his.

The ship rumbles to life beneath his boots, Kuruk taking his place in the pilot’s seat. It’ll be at least two hours before they make it back to the Steadfast which gives Kylo more than enough time to look you over. He doesn’t understand the urges he has, the deep desire to know every single thing about you and see each inch inside and out. He’s never been this confused, he’s never had so little control of the Force, and he’s never felt such a connection to anyone before. But at the same time, nothing has ever felt so right either. Having you in his arms soothes something in him he didn’t know needed to be soothed and he never wants to let go of that feeling.

You shift suddenly in his arms, a small whimper escaping you as you shift through a dreamless sleep. It makes Kylo encase you a little more, bringing his head down so he can hear every sound you make. His eyes catch on your scent glands, on the red, swollen skin that he wants nothing more than to run his tongue over. Before he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s bumping the muzzle of his helmet against your neck, trying so desperately to coax your scent out. His breathing is unsteady through the filter in his mask, his chest rising and falling erratically in hopes that he could catch just a whiff.

It angers him that he can’t smell you at all, that he can’t properly scent his omega because of the damn suppressants running through your system. Knowing Yvelo II, the medication is probably shady and unsafe and he just hopes it hasn’t permanently damaged your health after all this time. Getting you examined will be the first order of business when they make it back to the Steadfast.

Finally abandoning the fruitless endeavor of trying to get your scent, Kylo takes note of all the other things that you need to be treated for. He picks up one of your arms gingerly in his gloved hand, studying the chemical burns that crawl halfway up your forearms. Your skin is splotchy and irritated, scars layered over one another in some attempt at strengthening your arms and hands against whatever acid that sweatshop was using. There’s a few fresh burns, cracked and caked with dried blood. He also saw the scars laced across your back, the ends of them poking out from your tank top. They seem to be from a whip of some kind, probably the same one you still have attached to your hip.

It maddens him, seeing how much pain his omega has gone through. Some insane part of him hisses that he should’ve done better, should’ve protected you as if he didn’t just find out you existed today. He has to shake his head to clear that voice, to try and get a grip on himself before he loses it entirely. He has you now, that’s all that matters.

Kylo huffs to himself, then noticing the already dark purple bruises on your knees. From when he’d dropped you. He does allow himself to feel some guilt about that—it was partially his fault after all. He wasn’t expecting you to fight him so much, and how was he supposed to know you’d be so distraught over that worthless fish-man? The one who had attempted to keep you from him? The way you’d sobbed and screamed over the shop owner had set something inside Kylo on edge and he’d tried to help you, but you refused to listen. He put you to sleep with the Force instead, just so he could take you back and not have to see your blatant distress anymore.

He uses the Force now to make sure you’re still deeply asleep, to make sure you won’t suddenly wake up and start throwing a fit with other, dangerous alphas around. The door to your mind is wide open to him, your defenses nonexistent in your unconscious state. He can sense the undercurrents of your emotions, the unease and fear and panic that consumed you moments before you were taken out. He centers himself to be able to walk through your mind, to rifle through your memories as though they’re stored away in a filing cabinet. He has to feed that insatiable desire to know everything about you and doing it while you can’t fight him seems like the easiest way.

Kylo sees how monotonous your days had been leading up to him finding you. You’d wake up in a dingy, run down, one room apartment, go to work in that hazardous sweatshop, and then go back home once the sun got low. Your memories go back for years like this, an endless cycle of just getting through this day and the next with barely any difference in between, save for an occasional visit to a cheap bar. He passes by all of that, lets it run through his fingers like smoke, searching for something deeper.

He discovers you have no family to speak of, your mother dying in childbirth and your father abandoning you once you were old enough to scrounge for scraps yourself. You were a feisty young thing, getting into tussles with other kids on the streets over food or odd jobs so you could get a few credits for the week. He sees when that man, Lupar, found you behind his shop, when he offered you a job and some sense of safety in the harsh environment of Yvelo II. Kylo almost can’t believe you stayed around for that long, all the way from twelve to you now being twenty-two.

Kylo digs into the memories of Lupar, of the suppressants he gave you every day. It kept you from having to deal with your biology, from ever having to seek out someone to put out the burning fire of need. Something in Kylo perks at that, knowing you’re untouched, like you were waiting for him all this time. He already knew that he had to help you, keep you safe, set you straight so you don’t have to suffer anymore—this just confirms it.

He’s pulled from your mind with the familiar quake of the Night Buzzard signaling it’s being docked. He looks up from you to the viewport, seeing the walls of one of the Steadfast’s many hangars. Kuruk stands from the pilot’s seat after switching off the controls, him and Ap’lek heading towards the back to drag the prisoner off the ship to be interrogated by Kylo later.

Kylo follows after, still holding you impossibly tight, finally bringing you into your new home.

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You barely recall anything, what you manage to catch being a blur as you slip in and out of consciousness seemingly against your will. You only catch a few things like bright lights and white walls, a new and sterile smell assaulting your nostrils, people poking and prodding at you—some with needles—and through all of it, that man swathed in black. He’s always there, right at the edge of your vision, watching over you with eyes you can’t see.

Kylo never once looks away from you while the medics examine you, as they run their endless tests. It takes everything in him to not grab you from them, the irritation of them touching you biting beneath his skin. He knows that the nurses can feel the pressure of him in the room, especially after he already grabbed the wrist of one when she went to give you the first of many vaccines. He couldn’t help it, the beast inside him snarling to not let them anywhere near you.

“Where did you find this omega, Supreme Leader?” The head doctor asks, the older woman studying him over the rim of her glasses. She clearly holds some suspicion towards him, towards the fact that he’s never before brought an omega on board but now he’s suddenly appeared with one he’d be willing to kill her whole staff for.

“Yvelo II. She was an inhabitant there.” Kylo responds, his voice crackling through his mask. “I was… drawn to her.”

The doctor hums. “I figured as much. Based on your reaction to her, this looks like a case of a fated pairing. An alpha and omega being so inexplicably perfect for one another, through a mixture of pheromones and preset genetic coding. To put it simply, there’s no one else more compatible for either party than each other. I assume it’s even stronger for you because of the Force.” She says. “It’s fascinating since this has become an increasingly rare phenomenon in recent years.”

Kylo doesn’t respond, but he mulls the information over in his head. It explains why the Force showed you to him in the first place, why he couldn’t do anything other than search for you on that backwater planet. He’s surprised that someone like himself would even have a fated pairing; he thought that those were just a myth. He nods towards you. “What of her? What’s her condition? The status of her cycles?”

The doctor sighs while scrolling through her data pad full of information on you. “She’s not in the best shape, though it’s expected for a resident of a planet like Yvelo II. She’s malnourished and dehydrated, but we’re giving her fluids now, and her chemical burns have been treated with some simple bacta. The suppressants she’s been on aren’t dangerous per se, and the dosage is surprisingly low, but her being on them since she presented certainly isn’t good. There’s a solution in her IV to help flush the rest of them out and as soon as they are, her body will immediately self-regulate and send her into heat.” She explains, her voice almost taking on a grave tone. “You’ll need to make sure she eats enough if you’re going to make her go through a cycle after so many years. It won’t be easy on the poor thing.”

“I know that.” Kylo snaps, visibly bristling under her scrutiny. “Don’t treat me like a fool, doctor.”

She doesn’t cower, merely meeting his steely gaze behind his helmet. “I’m not, I’m simply looking out for my patient, Supreme Leader.”

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You don’t know how long it’s been when you finally wake up, when you at last have control over your own mind and body.

You sit up slow, cautious of both your surroundings and the faint pounding in your head. You quickly realize you’re in a bedroom, though it’s not like any you’ve ever seen before. This one is bigger than your entire apartment back home.

Panic jolts through you at the thought, your memories rushing back to you in a suffocating wave. You remember the strange man, getting kidnapped, Lupar’s death—all of it making you spring up from the very comfortable bed you’d been laid in. You need to get out of here, before that man comes back.

There isn’t much in the bedroom besides a small bookcase, a desk, and two bedside tables, all of it in a matching dark color scheme. There’s large windows near the bed, revealing the glittering stars outside that stretch on for farther than you could ever imagine. It doesn’t bode well for your hope of escape if you’re in the middle of space. You try to ignore the scent that’s so thick in the room it coats the roof of your mouth—the scent of him. It threatens to cloud your thoughts, the weaker part of you telling you that you should just stay here in this heavenly smell, get cozy and wrap yourself in it. You refuse, heading for the door instead and finding it unlocked.

You open it into an even bigger room, this one looking to be some kind of general living space. Theres a couch and coffee table to your left, another bookcase and more doors to the right, and ahead of you is a small kitchen area. There’s a dining table next to it and on it is a wide assortment of food, more food than you think you’ve ever seen in your life. All different kinds from meats to fruits to cheeses and breads—it’s quite possibly anything you could think of. Your mouth immediately waters at the sight, your stomach howling in response, the tantalizing smells making you dizzy with hunger. Your meals on Yvelo II mostly consisted of stale foods that vendors didn’t want anymore or freeze dried packets from the cheapest place in town, never something like this.

You have to use every ounce of willpower to refrain from eating everything in sight, reminding yourself you’re in an unfamiliar place with a dangerous man undoubtedly nearby. It’s odd that you haven’t seen him yet though, that you can’t even sense him. It probably means you should use this opportunity to try and escape before he returns.

You try the most obvious route first—the main door. You aren’t surprised that it won’t open, but you figured you’d try anyway. You notice a silver plate next to the hexagonal doors, inscribed with a name and identification number. Kylo Ren. Considering the singular scent covering the whole space, you figure that’s the name of its owner, of the man who brought you here. The name is vaguely familiar from the pamphlets of propaganda that would occasionally reach Yvelo II, telling the galaxy of his accomplishments and plans. All you know about him is how deadly he is, how people would talk of his brutality, of the lightsaber he wields. You really need to get out of here.

You try the other doors in the room, seeing if maybe you could find a vent or something to crawl into, but each door you try is locked save for the bathroom. You curse under your breath, wiping your clammy palms on the new set of black pants you wear, the ones that are oddly well-fit to your figure, same with the dark gray tank top on your torso. It’s sad to admit they’re the best clothes you’ve ever worn.

You’re shocked when the final door you try opens, but your hopes are quickly dashed upon discovering it’s just a spacious closet. There’s nothing in it except for… a spread out comforter, pillows, and blankets? You pause in the doorway, your body swaying with how thick Kylo’s scent is inside, like every item was rubbed right against his glands. It’s intoxicating and pure alpha, easily fogging your mind, making heat prickle on the back of your neck. You stumble forward without thinking, your knees sinking into the plush comfort, his smell wrapping around you like a second skin.

You visibly shudder at the perfection, of all the nice soft materials soaked in an alpha’s scent… so good for nesting. The thought is foreign to you, never before needing to build a nest, never having the materials for one, never having a whole room for it before. You barely recall the singular time you did make one during your first heat, where you desperately tried to fit together your only two blankets and pillow into something satisfactory and it never being enough. But this is like heaven for the primal thing inside you, so comfortable and safe and warm. You know you should be irritated at the fact Kylo assumed you’d want something like this from him, that he used it to lure you in, but the smoldering, uncomfortable heat you feel building in your veins is enough to make you ignore that.

There’s a low whine that comes from you without you even realizing, the sound echoing through the space. Sweat has begun to bead at your brow, your limbs becoming shaky, and worst of all is the pressure you feel between your legs. It has your nails digging in to the comforter below you, your mouth dropping open in an attempt to breathe but just getting more of Kylo’s scent instead and making it worse. You know your underwear is already damp, sticking to your cunt with your slick. You gasp as a cramp clenches your lower abdomen, your body curling in on itself in pain. Past the haze in your mind you’re confused; you should still be on suppressants, they should still be working- unless they- unless Kylo-

“Good, you found it.”

You jump at the deep voice, forcing yourself to sit up, even if you have no hope of fighting anyone off in your state. Standing there, right on the threshold of your nest, is Kylo… but without the mask. You hate to admit that he’s beautiful with his rounded jaw and sharp nose, his strong features dotted with freckles, his black hair that curls delicately just past his nape. Theres a long, deadly scar bisecting the left side of his face, disappearing beneath his collar and making you wonder how far it goes. His chocolate brown eyes almost seem too soft for someone like him, someone so full of wrath and anger.

Those eyes look over you now, studying, calculating. His nostrils flare when your scent finally hits him, those damn suppressants gone at last. It’s the best thing he’s ever smelled, so sweet and honeyed from the onset of your heat, calling directly to those alpha instincts inside of him. He can see how badly you need him in your flushed skin, the quivering in your arms and legs, and the thick, cloying scent of your slick is undeniable. He’d step in and claim you right now if he could, but there’s that annoying part of him telling him he can’t enter your nest without permission, can’t invade your safe space.

You’ve scooted away from him as much as you can, your back pressed against the wall, though it does nothing to lessen his scent, fresher now with him standing right in front of you. You try to ignore the slick staining your pants, the ache that wracks your entire body. “You… you killed Lupar.” You manage to spit out, attempting to sound tough but ultimately failing with how much your words shake.

“He was harboring a spy.” Kylo says simply. And hurting you, he almost adds.

Your head shakes, trying to clear the fog. “There were kids that depended on him.”

“They’ll find someone else. There’s always scum to replace scum.”

“You’re a monster.” You say with as much venom as you can muster.

Kylo’s gaze narrows, the air shifting, his scent turning sharp for just a second. “I may be, but I still saved you, omega. Kept you from rotting away in that worthless place.”

“Don’t call me that.” You snap.

His head tilts, mocking. “Why? It’s what you are, isn’t it? My omega, my mate, it’s all the same.”

That manages to break you out of it for a few moments, your brow furrowing. “Mate? The hell are you talking about? I’m not anybody’s damn mate.”

The corner of his lip lifts in amusement. “Theres that bite from before.” He says. He then sighs. “I know you feel it too, that pull to me. We’re meant to be, you and I. It’s why you’re going into heat right now, omega.”

You whimper, folding over yourself again as the cramps return tenfold as if on cue. Sweat soaks your clothes, a raging fire of need and desire burning beneath your skin. “No.. no I-“ You try, refusing to succumb to your biology, to this stupid cycle that renders you helpless, to the horror of it.

“You didn’t think you could be on those suppressants the rest of your life, did you?” Kylo asks, watching as you writhe, hunger blazing in his eyes. “You won’t be touching them again. You won’t need them.”

“F-fuck off.” You bite out, trying so hard to ignore the voice in your head begging for him, for an alpha, to be mated good and proper like you’ve always needed, to get stuck on a knot and filled- “shit-“

“I know it hurts, sweetheart. Just let me help you.” Kylo says, gently this time, coaxing you. Everything in him is telling him to take you, the beginnings of a rut already starting to claw at his mind. He can’t help palming at the erection tenting his pants, the stimulation making him groan.

“I- I can’t.. f-fuck-“ you gasp, words broken by your heat, by the need too strong to ignore despite your struggle. The pain ruins you, and the omega inside you that’s always been neglected wants him more than anything, wants to—for once—be cared for. You’re looking up at him without another thought, desperate hands reaching towards him. “Kylo, please-“

Before you can even blink, before you can regret what you’ve said, he’s on you. His plush lips meet your own in a bruising kiss, his warm body presses firm against yours, your space no longer being your own and instead becoming a shared thing between you. You openly whine into his mouth, his scent fully enveloping you, his strong hands gripping your waist. It feels so right to have him there, to have him kissing you with a hot and sloppy possession, appreciative noises rumbling low in his chest. He shrugs off his cape, tossing it somewhere to the side, his tunic, gloves, and undershirt following after to be added to your nest. The smell of them is potent, making you more than pleased with the prime nesting material.

You moan when his lips trail down to your jaw, then the column of your throat, stopping at the scent glands at the base of your neck. He presses his nose to one and growls, his hold on you tightening as a shiver runs through his body. “Can finally scent you. I’ll fucking cover you in me.” He mutters, mouthing at the sensitive gland, running his tongue along the inflamed skin, your whines growing louder.

You paw at his now exposed back, nails digging in to the wide expanse of scarred muscle. You can’t help doing the same thing he is, sucking at his own scent glands, his taste flooding your mouth. It helps to quench some of the fire raging within you, soothes the ache between your legs for a split second with that pure alpha smell. It’s everything an omega could want, full of promises of protection and warmth and pups.

“Barely even touched you and you already want my pups?” Kylo says, voice dangerously low and amused, his breath fanning across your neck. You can hear the subtle pride in his voice, his teeth flashing right next to where your mating bite would go. “Good girl.”

You’d forgotten how easily he can read your thoughts, feeling your desire like it’s his own. You gasp as another wave hits you, heat flashing through your body, a gush of slick pooling in your underwear. It has you scrabbling for him, your mind fully clouded over. “Please, please Kylo- I need- it hurts- I need you-“ You beg, words beginning to slur together.

“I know, sweetheart, I’ll make it better.” He tells you, his hands working your pants and underwear down your legs. You shiver when the cold air hits your exposed skin, your pussy drenched and glistening in your own arousal. The scent of it is like a drug, flooding Kylo’s senses, making his head spin. He curses, eyes locked on to your cunt, saliva pooling in his mouth as he spreads your knees apart. He wants badly to lick you clean, collect every drop of slick you’d give him, but he knows you wouldn’t be able to handle that now. Your face is a flushed mess, limbs shaking and subtly trying to shut your legs.

“Easy.” He warns, voice thick with the lust sparking in his blood. You whimper at his tone, your biology forcing you to comply and go still. His chest heaves with his breath, each inhale embedding your scent further into his lungs. “I’ll take my time with you later.”

You jolt at the feeling of two fingers dragging through your folds, coating them in slick. Your moans turn breathless and you hide your face in his shoulder as he circles your entrance before sinking a finger in to the knuckle. Your entire body reacts to the sudden intrusion, your teeth digging into your lip, toes curling into the comforter below you. “You’ve never been with anyone before, right? Let alone an alpha.” Kylo grunts, watching the way slick coats his palm, his finger repeatedly disappearing into your hot pussy with rhythmic movements. You manage to shake your head, eyes shut tight, mouth dropped open in pleasure. “Saving yourself just for me, hm?”

“Y-yes- Kylo- please, more-“ You choke out, your hips rolling with his thrusts, chasing the friction. You easily adjusted to just the one, your heat making you pliant and eager. He hums at that, complying with your request, a second finger filling your pussy. You cry out at the pleasant burn, at the way he scissors your plush walls, stretching you nicely for his cock that’s straining against his pants.

His free hand shoves your tank top up and over your head, pinching a nipple between the pads of his fingers at the same time his thumb finds your clit. The sound you make may be the best thing Kylo’s ever heard, all whiny and high pitched as your muscles tense with pleasure. You can feel a pressure building in your gut, one that threatens to release as he palms your breasts and rubs vicious circles on that bundle of nerves. He loves seeing you so lost in your need, so dependent on him to snuff out the fire of your heat. Your scent shifts with your oncoming orgasm, becoming almost sickly sweet, and beneath it Kylo can smell the way his own scent has already intertwined with yours.

Your head falls back with a sob as your whole body bunches up, your release falling over you like a wave. He relishes in the way your cum covers his hand, your cunt squeezing his fingers. He tugs you even closer to claim your mouth, to lick the taste of you from behind your teeth, drinking you like the finest wine.

Your orgasm gives you just a moment to breathe, a second of clarity in the storm that is your heat. You’ve never felt such intense relief before, your body tingling from the aftermath. However, you can still feel the warmth licking at the bottom of your spine, a beast ready to rear its head at a moments notice. You know it won’t be fully satiated until you’re plugged with a knot, claimed in one of the most primal ways possible. Kylo knows it too, probably better than you do, his cock aching to be inside you, to fill you with his cum and keep it there.

Both of his hands grip your waist, moving you over, repositioning you so you’re lying on your stomach, knees beneath you and ass in the air. You don’t even resist, letting him do whatever he wants with you in your post-orgasmic haze. “My pretty girl,” Kylo murmurs, running a palm along the cheek of your ass, his thumb separating the folds of your pussy to see the mess you’ve made. Slick coats your thighs, runs down your cunt in small dribbles, soaking the blankets below you.

Your nails dig into the comforter in anticipation when you hear the rustling of fabric behind you, the sound of a zipper pulled down. Kylo groans when his cock is finally freed, painfully hard with precum beading on the tip. He pumps himself a few times with the hand he’d fingered you with, coating his length with your release, the sight making his breath catch. You whimper when you feel his shaft press against your pussy, tensing as his tip breaches your entrance, sinking in so, so very slow.

The stretch of his cock is almost too much, filling you more than you thought possible, forcing your legs further apart to accommodate. His warm, calloused palm runs up and down your back. “Breathe, omega. You can take me, I know you can. You were made for it.” Kylo says, the ends of his words cracking when he feels the way your pussy is pulling him in, hot and wet and greedy. His body bends over yours, his strong arms caging you in on either side just as he bottoms out. His intoxicating scent wraps around you like a noose, your mouth dropped open but no sound able to come out, his cock having punched all the air from your lungs.

“Fuck- so good for me-“ Kylo moans, sweaty forehead pressed to your shoulder, relishing in the feel of you, of his omega. The alpha in him swells with pride at getting to claim you, at being the first and the last to ever do so. He’ll fill you again and again, get you pregnant, make you smell like him inside and out so every other alpha in the damn galaxy knows who you belong to. The thought makes him groan in satisfaction, his lips finding your gland and sucking it into his mouth as his hips shift experimentally.

Your back arches to meet his chest, mewling for more, desperate for the heavy drag of his thick cock against your walls. He starts easy, slow thrusts where he draws all the way out before sinking in to the hilt. He’s never felt something this divine, his mind swimming as if drunk on your heat. Nothing has ever been this right before, like his connection to you is written into his blood, the Force and something deeper binding you together. He knows you feel it too, your emotions and thoughts shared, tied together with an invisible string.

He fucks you in earnest now, his thrusts snappier, the degenerate sounds of your slick being sloshed around by his cock filling the small space of the closet. There’s nowhere that isn’t full of Kylo, all of your senses knowing just him; his scent, his breathy moans and gasps, his body pressed against yours so all you feel is him. Tears stain your cheeks, another orgasm quickly building inside of you, growing each time he hits that spongy spot at the top of your walls.

“Gonna give you my pups- fuck- keep you here with me, sweetheart, keep you full. I’m all you fucking need.” Kylo snarls close to your ear, once again kissing at your gland, never able to leave it alone for long.

You barely manage to nod. “Y-yes- please, alpha-“

He groans at his designation, at the feral tone of it. He snakes an arm under you to rub his fingers against your clit, encouraging you to reach your peak a second time like a reward. It isn’t hard with how sensitive you are and you bury your face in the blankets, trying to muffle your cry as you cum around his length. Kylo nearly doubles over from the way you grip him, your pussy fluttering against his cock, slick and cum gushing out and smearing along his pants. “That’s it- so fucking good, sweetheart-“ He manages to get out.

You whine at the way he still brutally thrusts into your abused pussy, pleasure sparking within you like a frayed wire, your arms and legs twitching with aftershocks. Your mind is nothing but a chant of good alpha, my alpha, bite me, claim me, strong alpha, any other rational thoughts fucked out of you. The feeling of it is borderline overwhelming, so much so that you instinctually try to claw yourself away from him, your nails scrabbling desperately at the comforter underneath you. Kylo notices immediately, his hands coming to tightly grip your waist, tugging you back into him with a displeased rumble sounding in his throat. He further curls himself over you, using the full pressure of his body to completely pin you down so you have no choice but to take his cock as deep as you can, his tip kissing your cervix again and again.

Your vision waters, your moans become obscenely louder and Kylo revels in it, his nose buried in the crook of your neck so he can breathe you in. “My sweet omega, perfect omega…” He pants against your skin, the deep timbre of his voice sending shivers down your back. He rumbles again, his scent spiking with something heady and spicy—something so possessive it threatens to choke you. Your pussy throbs and oozes more slick around him in response. “Trying to run from me… you’re mine now, omega, mine.”

He gets his point across with harsher thrusts, steadily growing more erratic as he nears his release. Your own isn’t too far off—for the third time. You can feel his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock, something like fear spiking in your chest over how big it’ll be, but Kylo’s given you no chance of escape. You’ve surrendered yourself to him completely, to your need for each other, to your mate that you didn’t know existed until a day prior. The noises you manage are a garbled mess of lust, of overstimulated pleasure bordering on begging for mercy as you cum once more.

Kylo merely kisses away your tears, silently praising how good you are, this last orgasm taking everything out of you and drawing his own out of him too. He thrusts once, twice, three times before he groans loud, his fat knot at last locking in to your pussy. You do a full body shudder when you feel the heat of his cum coating your walls, rope after rope filling you so completely you barely feel like you have room to breathe. You try to swallow down the air that you need, Kylo doing the same above you. Both of you are utterly spent, and your heat has finally calmed with his claim inside of you. It leaves you feeling exhausted but also satisfied, something you haven’t felt in a long time.

Kylo’s kisses are gentle along your neck and shoulders, but you nearly get sent into a panic when you feel him begin to move you. “Relax. You’ll like this better.” He tells you. You try to be good and let him shift you around, even as every limb aches in protest and it tugs on his knot firmly stuck in your cunt. He rests against the left wall, situating you in his lap so you’re basically sitting on his cock, keeping him impossibly deep inside you. You let out a small moan when a fresh spurt of his cum releases from the stimulation of his knot while his fingers dig into your waist.

He brushes your hair back from where it’d stuck to your face with sweat, holding his hand against your cheek so he can look at you. You lean into his touch, eyes closing, too tired to hold up your own weight, feeling like you need to sleep for the next ten years. “Beautiful.” Kylo mutters, his lips reverent when he kisses from between your breasts, across your gland, and up your neck to your lips. It’s nothing like the kisses from before which were hungry and desperate, instead this one is soft, loving, claiming you in a different way.

He nuzzles against your jaw when he separates from you, basking in your scent. “You need to eat before you fall asleep.” He says, forcing you to stay awake despite your struggle against it. “I know you didn’t before. You need to keep your strength.” You grumble a response, cracking your eyes open to find a plate sat to your left. You’re confused about how it got there before you remember Kylo’s weird Force abilities or whatever they’re called, letting him manipulate things in the space around him. He must’ve brought it in here when you weren’t looking.

It’s a simple plate with a mixture of fruits, cheeses, and pieces of bread, something easy to start so you don’t get sick. He’ll make sure you have a proper meal later, when you can think more clearly and you aren’t stuck together. He watches as you pick at the food, choosing whatever looks best, soothing the sharpest edges of your appetite. It makes him happy to see you eat, to know his mate is taken care of and getting the proper nutrition you desperately need. Healthy mate for strong pups, the alpha in him whispers, his teeth gritting together when he cums again as a result.

He brings you a bottle of water too, making you drink the whole thing because of how dangerous dehydration can be for omegas during a heat. It’s shocking to you how easy it is to get basic necessities like food and water in this place after having to struggle for them your entire life on Yvelo II. You’ve never felt this pampered before, this safe and comfortable and cared for. You know it’s because of the alpha before you, your alpha.

You can’t help but reach your hands out, running them through his sweat slicked hair. He seems to preen at your attention, his eyes closing in contentment. Even in this moment of peace, you can’t ignore the thing that’s been gnawing at you ever since he knotted you. You bite the inside of your cheek, rolling the question around in your head. Kylo makes a grunting noise at you, like telling you to just spit it out already. You’ve clearly forgotten again that he can see inside your mind. He wants you to say it though, which makes your cheeks flush a little. “Why didn’t you mark me?”

His eyes open at that as he hums, studying your face. He stops your hand midway through his hair, instead bringing it to his mouth so he can kiss your rough and calloused palm. He nuzzles against it, his sigh tickling your skin. “It seemed like a lot for your first time.” He explains. His gaze shifts to where your mating bite will be, as if imagining the indent of his teeth there. “But I will next heat.” He says it with such finality and determination that it makes you shiver, a familiar warmth bubbling in your blood. If you weren’t so tired and still locked onto his knot, you’d probably go back into heat right then. He smirks at that, knowing exactly how his words affect you.

His arms come up to encircle you, bringing you forward until you’re laying on his chest. You immediately sink into his hold, your head resting nicely beneath his chin. You can hear his heartbeat thrumming steady and strong in your ear, a soothing melody that has your eyes falling shut. Kylo brings his cape over with a simple motion of his finger, wrapping it around you so you’re encased in his warmth, his scent. He says your name softly, like it’s something fragile he doesn’t want to break.

The sounds of your moans filled the air and Kylo wrapped his large hand around your neck. His arms corded, his muscles rippling as he pulled you flush with his hot, sweaty chest. A finger slid over your chin to hook in your mouth, holding you steady against the rhythmic pound of his hips. The smell of your heat was intoxicating, his nostrils flared at the scent and he drove himself harder inside you. Pleasure wrapped around your insides, the tension building at the base of your spine as the peak of your need was nearly upon you.

“Alpha…” you groaned through the constriction of your throat. “I need…”

“What?” He growled in your ear, his words clipped by the motion of his hips, the pace never faulting. “What does my desperate Omega need?” You tilted your head back to knock into his shoulder, the way he filled you was the most perfect feeling you’d ever experienced. The swell of his cock robbed you of all basic thought, the blissful sensation of him pounding into you always made your heat a pleasurable experience. He always knew what you needed, he could read you like no one else had before, he just wanted you to say it.

“I need y-your…”

“Say it.” He snarled.

“P-please…” you breathed, writhing against his strong body as you tried to get the friction you needed. “Knot me!” You finally managed to whine.

His hand moved from the soft flesh of your breast to drift down your stomach and curl into the slickness that leaked where your bodies joined. His fingertips brushed your swollen clit, his breath hitched at the response your body gave him. The arch of your back, the moan that bubbled up from your chest, the clench of your cunt as the tremors began to vibrate through you. “Cum for me,” he demanded. You didn’t need telling twice. The band in your lower belly snapped, releasing the white hot fire of your orgasm to flood your entire body. It triggered his own release, the knot at the base of his cock swelling to lock him in place as he spilled inside you.

Both of you fell forward in a heap of sweaty limbs, his steaming body covered yours as he buried his nose into the gland on your neck. Little aftershocks rippled through your body with each nuzzle, your chest heaved trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high. Your heat was dwindling but that didn’t matter, not for you and Kylo he didn’t want you just when you needed it. He wanted you all the time.

“Are you alright?” He whispered. You managed a nod, the exhaustion already encroaching on the edges of your mind. His strong arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you close like he did every time until his knot had gone down. He enjoyed the feel of your skin against his, your warmth and scent. You were perfect for him and he had told you so many times.

As an Omega in this Galaxy you were at risk of living like a slave, being sold to the highest bidder, drugged and used for pleasure only. At first you had been weary of Kylo Ren and his intentions, but he had killed everyone that had imprisoned you and in that moment you knew he was going to look after you. You found it strange after being stored with so many Omegas to suddenly be the only one, the First Order only drafted Betas so they didn’t have to order large amounts of suppressants to stop their heats. On a ship this size, if most of the troopers were Omegas nothing would get done. The Officers and Lieutenants were all Alphas but none of them ever approached you, Kylo’s scent masked your own most days and everyone knew you belonged to him. And they knew he would kill them if they over stepped. You thought you’d be lonely but he gave you everything you needed and so you’d lived like royalty for the last three years. Your every need was taken care of by your big strong Alpha, he even arranged your suppressants when he went away on missions so your heat was tolerable. You could look after yourself on them and not go through the pain of having no Alpha to help you during it.

His knot began to soften but his hold on you did not, his hands impossibly large on your body pulling you even closer and he sighed with satisfaction, the whisper of it brushing delicately across your bare skin. You drifted off, warm and safe in the arms of your Alpha.

—

A week had passed, your heat had ended and you were free to roam the ship once more. This time you found yourself in the training area with the Knights, Cardo was teaching you how to defend yourself while the others trained with their weapons.

“Come on, hit me,” he goaded with a smirk on his face.

“Are you underestimating me Cardo?” You asked.

“You’re just an Omega, you can’t best me.” You felt a flare of anger, the rest of Alphas treated you like you were beneath them, a lesser being. Your gaze flitted to Ap’lek who was eyeing you with interest.

“Good luck Cardo,” he sneered as he leaned on his weapon. At least someone had your back. Bringing your fists up you circled round, he feigned and you ignored it drawing a little laugh from him.

“Good,” he praised. This time when he moved you knew he meant to hurt you, ducking into a crouch you spun, kicking your leg out and swiping his feet from beneath him making the bigger man slam onto his back. He was quick though, quicker and more graceful than he looked and you were both back to facing each other. “You surprised me little one, not many people can do that.” The glint in his eye told you he was ready for a decent fight, but so were you. He lunged again and you sprang away but he kept coming, you blocked with the palms of your hands and your forearms, feeling the shock of each hit in your shoulder. One fist broke your defence and you had to lean back to avoid it breaking your nose, you spun away letting his momentum carry him forward a step. You brought your fist up but he successfully blocked you and before you could react his strong arms had you in a headlock from behind, your airway closing from the grip. You tapped his arm and he released you abruptly letting you fall to the floor. “Nice effort. Maybe next time!” He chortled. A black pair of boots entered your eye line, you looked up to see Kylo had joined. He held out his hand and you gratefully took it so he could pull you to your feet.

“Nearly,” he said softly. His rich cinnamon coloured eyes checking you swiftly for injuries.

“I’m alright, don’t go easy on them,” you whispered, knowing that if Kylo was here training was about to get serious. You found a seat near the back, you’d seen plenty of training sessions and people died in the front row. It had got to the point where Phasma would remove her troopers from the area so Kylo and his Knights had use of all the space. You watched your Alpha as he shed his cowl and top layer of armour leaving him in just his black tank top, leather trousers and boots. He flexed his shoulders, your eyes following the curve of his back hungrily, already knowing how this training session was going to end. The way they all ended, with him between your legs.

The Knights fanned out in a semi circle all facing Kylo as he bounced on the balls of his feet, with a flick of his wrist the lightsaber crackled to life, the glow of the crossguard flaring brightly before they rushed him.

Your heart beat rapidly with every spark that flew, with every grunt, with every movement that flowed from that man as he spent the entire training session besting his own men.

You didn’t notice at first that someone else had slipped into a seat near the door until his scent subtly weaved its way to you. It was searing, distracting, spicy and rich, a heady peppery aroma that you hadn't experienced before. Tearing your eyes away from the sweaty men below you studied the man that had come in. You could see from the silver bands on his sleeves he was a General, judging from his bright, slicked back ginger hair and high cheekbones this was General Hux. You had been on this ship for years and not once had you spoken to this man, oh you’d heard everything Kylo thought about him. Their fight for dominance was constant apparently, you had yet to see it for yourself. Your nose twitched, the longer he sat there the stronger his scent became. You could sense he was a strong Alpha, his presence was hard to ignore and you found yourself watching him out of your peripheral vision. He sat straight, his own gaze trained solely on the men fighting, his fists were clasped together in his lap and you saw him roll his lips in irritation. Such pink, plush lips…

“Ren!” His shout made you jump, movement ceased below and all you could hear was the heavy breathing of Kylo and his Knights.

“What?” Shouted Kylo, his blade retracting.

“Leader Snoke has requested you.” The General rose, adjusting his cuffs as he waited for Kylo to get redressed. You stood taking a step forward when his green gaze was drawn to you. The intensity of it made you freeze on the spot, you saw his eyes quickly take you in before turning sharply on his heel and opening the door. You moved, standing beside the seats as Kylo took the stairs two at a time, his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in for a deep kiss.

“Wait for me,” he requested and you nodded, feeling slightly disappointed as he swept from the training area, Hux casting you one last look before the door shut behind them.

—

You noted the time on the datapad, according to the ship's cycle it was late. Getting up you sighed, pulling the light dressing gown you had on around your body in effort to ward off the chill that was creeping in. Leaning heavily against the counter you poured a cup of caf, hoping you could stay awake until Kylo returned. Your head shot up at the sound of the door opening and he stormed in. He slammed his helmet onto the table, his hair was fanned out around his face, his pale skin flushed, his eyes glinting with the anger that simmered under the surface. You heard the clip of his saber when he yanked it off his belt and you knew what was coming next, but you really liked that couch.

“Kylo!” He turned quickly at the sound of your voice. Only you would be brave enough to stop his need to destroy something. “Don’t you think there’s a better way to work that anger out?” You cocked a suggestive eyebrow before heading into the bedroom, your hand trailing against the wall.

You didn’t need to see him to know how he was reacting, the way his fists would be clenching, his gaze looking down at his saber before rising to look at the bedroom doorway. The decision between ruining his quarters and ruining you tumbling about in his mind. You smirked at the sound of his heavy footsteps, his hands aggressive as they grabbed you. His lips were bruising as he kissed you roughly, all his pent up aggression was now focussed on you and making himself feel better. His hands were greedy as they travelled over your body, crushing you to him but you just revelled in his touches. He pushed the gown off your shoulders before he shoved you backwards onto the bed. You fell with a soft gasp, his hand grabbing your legs to drag you to the edge of the bed. He fell to his knees, his large hands spreading your thighs so the cold air tickled your already weeping cunt.

“You’re always so ready for me, Omega.” His voice was gravelly and deep, sending a shiver through your body.

“Yes Alpha! Always!” The ridges from his leather gloves dug into the softness of your inner thigh, the touch so close to where you needed his fingers to be. You wiggled slightly trying to encourage him to move but he slapped your thigh in annoyance. You inhaled sharply at the sting, not wanting to make a noise, he was in that mood.

“Don’t. Move.” His deep baritone voice was made even deeper by the fury and desire that coursed through his body. You knew if you behaved he would reward you. One finger traced lightly over your folds, you dragged your lip into your mouth desperately trying not to move or cry out. Slowly his finger dipped inside of you, the cool feel of the leather felt smooth against the wetness that pooled inside you. He huffed, his face leaning against your thigh, watching closely as he dragged his finger back out of you. “Is this all for me Omega?”

“Yes!” You breathed in a rush, fighting a moan as he dipped his face closer. His tongue was warm and soft, dragging it in a slow swipe over you making your legs shake slightly. Your back arched when he pushed two gloved fingers into you, tendrils of pleasure already creeping up your spine. His tongue explored you thoroughly, licking slowly, his fingers working you gently.

You had expected him to be rougher, more forceful but he was taking his time tonight. You wanted to ask him what was wrong but all thoughts fled from your mind when he curled his fingers into that magic spot inside you, at the same he pressed his tongue against your clit and wiggled it side to side. One of your hands flew to his hair, tangling in the inky strands, the other fisted in the sheets beneath you. Your mouth opened wide, your eyes clenched shut making white spots cloud your vision. Pleasure vibrated down your legs, it took all of your self control not to crush his head with your thighs but your fingers pressed down on him, pulling him closer into you. A satisfied hum rumbled from him straight into your cunt, your walls fluttering tightly around his fingers. A needy whine escaped you just as his tongue pressed against you again, abruptly breaking the band that had coiled in your lower belly. You were vaguely aware of Kylo licking up everything you gave him while you rode the high that coursed through your body until your legs relaxed back onto the covers. You didn’t open your eyes but you could hear him undressing, his armour falling to the floor before the mattress dipped with his weight. He hauled you back up the bed with one arm, your body limp and pliable in his hands.

“My good Omega,” he rumbled. His nose pressed into the gland in your neck, inhaling you deeply. He gathered you to him, covering your body with his and he guided his cock into your dripping entrance. You moaned at the sensation, your head rising off the bed to kiss his shoulder, nibbling your way down his collar bone. His hand came up to cup your face, his tongue licking deeply into your mouth as he pressed into you. Your musky scent clung to his skin and it seemed to heighten everything for you, the way your pheromones mingled together was arousing and addictive. Your hips bucked into him but he leaned heavily on your pelvis, stopping your motion. “So greedy…I want to take my time.”

“Kylo…” the need for him to rut into you was making you desperate. He stole any more words straight from your mouth with a fierce kiss, the hand that cupped your cheek slipped down to your throat, his thumb trailing pure fire along your jawline. “Kylo please!”

“Enough!” He half shouted, his entire body tensing. The hand around your throat tightened. “You will obey Omega.” You nodded, he didn’t press his dominance onto you very often but when he did you had no choice but to comply. He exhaled through his nose, the tension melting from his muscles as he did.

“I am yours,” you whispered nuzzling into his neck, pulling him back to you. Fingers tangling back into his hair, his lips caressing the delicate skin on your cheeks. To your relief he began to move, you wrapped your legs around him feeling that he needed to be as close to you as possible. Your hand explored his back, tracing the flex of his muscles every time he slowly dragged his cock out of you only to plunge back in eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

He picked up the pace, his nose pressing against your face as he kissed you deeply, his hand still holding you in place by the throat. He pulled away slightly, his eyes filling your vision, watching every little expression of pleasure that crossed your face as he built up the intense pleasure inside you once again. The force of his hips rutting into yours had you moving up the bed, your hand went to press on the headboard holding yourself steady. The lewd sound of your wetness filled the room and his hand dipped between your sweating bodies to tease your clit. He swelled inside you, a moan rippling from deep within his chest as his knot locked him in place. Your release came swiftly after, your body unravelling beneath him for a second time, your cries muffled as you buried your face into his warm chest. He held you close to him, his face nestling in your mating gland and you found yourself thinking it wouldn’t be so bad if you let him. If he was to bite you right now, you’d be his forever. His lips skated over the sensitive spot but he paused when you tensed.

“We should talk about this,” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry. I think…I’ve belonged to someone before,” you finished in a whisper. He sagged slightly and you moved, making him look at you, noticing how tired and crestfallen he looked. “I am yours, I don’t want anyone else but please, I’m just not ready.”

“You know I wouldn’t treat you like a slave.”

“I know,” you kissed his freckles that dotted his pale face. “I know.” His eyes fluttered closed with your delicate touches, his expression relaxing slightly.

“Snoke is sending me on a mission.” You paused.

“Ok. How long for?” Kylo sighed and rolled off you, heading into the bathroom. You heard the tap go and then he returned with a warm wet cloth. He gently ran the cloth over your body, cleaning you as best he could.

“I don’t know.” He finally replied and suddenly all his behaviour made sense. He sounded detached from the situation and you knew all he was worried about was leaving you.

“I’ll be safe, I can order my suppressants and I’ll be fine.” You watched as he trailed the cloth up your stomach.

“I don’t like the idea of leaving you for an unknown amount of time. I should be looking after you.” You rested a hand on his.

“What sort of mission is it?” He shifted and sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, clutching the cloth in his hands.

“There has been an awakening. Within the force and Snoke wants us to eradicate it before it becomes a threat.”

“Are the Knights going too?” He nodded. You scooched forward, carefully turning his head so he had to look at you, your hand brushing damp strands of hair out of his eyes. “I will be fine.” You reaffirmed again. He nodded but you could tell but the way he moved he didn’t believe that. “When do you leave?” You asked him and he paused at the refresher doorway.

“As soon as I’ve got dressed.” That soon. No wonder he was desperate and angry all at once. You stood, sliding the gown over your body and tying it while he showered in the ‘fresher. You headed back into the living area wrapping your hands around the now cold cup of caf, your gaze staring out the viewport at the rushing lights of hyperspace. Yes Kylo had been gone on missions before but for a few days, maybe a whole week once, but this sounded different. You placed a hand on your chest feeling your heart pounding, emotion rose at the back of your neck, your muscles tensing but you fought it. If he saw just a sliver of weakness from you he would go against orders and you couldn’t allow Kylo to fall to the abuse of that monster, not again.

Your eyes flickered closed when he came up behind you, you expected him to reach for you but he didn’t. His scent filled the space between you, strong and familiar, deep and woodsy. He leaned forward, his face just hovering over your shoulder, his hands clenched tightly closed at his sides. He sighed, huffing his warm breath against the side of your face and you felt the pressure of your tears pricking your eyes. You were rigid, fighting the urge to tell him not to go, wanting desperately to feel his hands on you again, to bury yourself in his embrace, to coat yourself in his delicious scent time and time again. But you didn’t, he had a duty, orders. You felt your resolve crumbling and it was like he knew. He stepped back, the absence of his warmth leaving a void at your back, then suddenly he was gone. The door softly hissing closed and finally you let the burning sob erupt from your chest, your face falling into your hand to muffle your cries. You knew he’d be back as soon as he could but now you were an Omega without her Alpha and the feeling of loss was already staining you.

Coughing you tried to get a hold of yourself, dabbing your wet eyes while berating yourself softly. You put the cup down and headed back to bed, burying your face into the bedsheets and smelling his comforting scent and instantly your body relaxed. You were going to be fine, this was fine.

—

“You have been assigned to me.” You frowned up at the Chrome clad Captain.

“What do you mean, assigned?” You heard the hiss of a sigh through her helmet at your haughty tone.

“I have been tasked with your well-being,” she drawled as though it was the last thing she wanted to do. “Seeing as I have recruits to train you need to come with me to the training ground so I can babysit you.” You bristled at her, already hating this new arrangement, you had been quite content for the last few days, sitting in Kylo’s quarters and reading a decent manuscript on the datapad.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” You went to shut the door on her but an arm shot out and grabbed you in a deceptively tight grip.

“I have orders,” she said silkily, leaving no more room for arguing.

“Fine.” You snapped. “I need to take a trip to the medbay and get my suppressants.”

“How long do you have left?” She asked. “Because orders are to confine you to your quarters during your heat.”

“I would have done that anyway,” you grumbled. “I have a couple of weeks yet.” She gave a barely perceptible nod before striding off and expecting you to follow.

She took you to the medbay, standing to one side while you spoke to the Beta, Laila at the desk.

“I am here for my suppressants, my Alpha is away.”

“Did you put the order in?” You frowned, usually they just handed them over.

“Yes, Commander Ren normally puts in a request before he leaves.” Laila shook her head.

“Not this time, would you like to do the order yourself?”

“Well yes of course I would.” Thankfully you arrived here in plenty of time before your heat. You watched as she tapped on the screen, a small frowning tugging on her brows.

“I’m afraid our stores are empty.” You didn’t register her words at first, a quick laugh erupting from you when disbelief set in.

“But my Alpha isn’t here,” you repeated.

“I’m sorry, it will take about 6 weeks to get a new shipment…” you snarled and slammed your fist on the counter cutting her explanation short. Phasma shifted slightly next to you.

“I don’t have weeks!” You shouted, making her flinch. “Why wasn’t it ordered?” You demanded gruffly, fear spiked making you act out.

“I-I don’t know! I’m sorry.” Her fingers flew over the screen. “I can order some now and maybe they will come soon but you will have to go through at least one heat without your Alpha, unless he returns in time.” You glared at her, your eyes boring into hers as you leaned forward.

“For your sake, you better hope he returns or the shipment gets here in time.” Without another word you strode off, Phasma catching up to you with long strides.

“I see why he chose you,” she stated.

“Excuse me?” You fumed quietly. Fixing your gaze on her helmet as you stormed down the corridor.

“Ren, only a strong Omega would be a good match for him.” Her comment stunned you for a moment, you’d never thought of yourself as ‘strong.’ Probably because it had been beaten into you that you were a worthless Omega, good enough for one thing and one thing only.

You followed Phasma into the training ground and sat in the seat she pointed to, ready to be bored senseless as she drilled her troopers. Your chin rested in your hand when an overpowering scent hit you, it was the same as yesterday, strong and spicy. It seared into your nostrils and you breathed deeply letting it fill your insides. You sat up not wanting to look like you were seeking him out, a glimpse of red hair caught your eye and you saw he was headed to the punch bags over the far side. He was in joggers and white tank top, he was fiddling with the bands on his hands, his vibrant hair flopping over his brow as he nodded at the Lieutenant. You couldn’t hear what they were saying and you tried to tear your gaze away but it was like he was a magnet for your attention. Once the Lieutenant had left he started working out and you were almost salivating at the sight. He very quickly worked up a sweat, it beaded on his brow and seeped into his hair, you could see the dampness of his body as his top clung to his skin and you swallowed harshly. Your eyes tracked down his body, checking out the flex of his back, the strain in his arms, the way his feet shifted and the delicious sounds he made with the effort of each hit. Your thoughts wandered, touching on the idea that he made similar noises in bed, maybe he sweated that much during his rut and you caught yourself imagining what his knot would feel like …

This was ridiculous you told yourself, it was purely because Kylo wasn’t here, that was all. Your body was betraying you, but the longer he worked out the more his pheromones teased your senses. You tried to cover your nose, watching the troopers go through the motions with Phasma but you couldn’t concentrate. You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to ease the tension that was gathering across your shoulders.

“Are you going to sit there until he gets back?” You jumped up, a flush creeping under your skin as your eyes raked over the tall sweating, pheromone emitting Alpha that stood before you. “I’ve seen you train,” he confessed brazenly, his bright green eyes meeting your wide staring gaze. “You should keep it up for when he returns.”

“Y-yes General.” He nodded.

“I’ll see you here tomorrow.” You watched him walk away, your mouth open slightly at the realisation of what you had just agreed to. Training with General Hux.

—

You were waiting for Phasma the next morning, a little spring in your step when you answered the door. You were already in your work out gear, a pair of leggings and a tank top, some comfy shoes on your feet. Your eagerness was palpable and you heard Phasma sigh through her helmet.

“You are…perky this morning.” The discomfort she felt at your behaviour was evident and you smiled a little.

“I decided not to sit around, General Hux gave me the idea to train instead.” You tossed out his name like it was nothing, trying to ignore the flip your stomach gave when you said it, berating yourself. Kylo had been gone a single cycle and already you were thinking of another Alpha. Your thoughts became heavy, the bounce in your step faltered as you realised, maybe you should have bonded with him, taken that step for him and to keep yourself safe. A myriad of emotions flashed through you and suddenly everyone you walked past was a potential threat. Without the protection of your suppressants or your Alpha here you were at risk of creating a rut through the entire ship. You paused at the door and Phasma turned, your worried expression reflected back at you off her shiny helmet, her head cocked slightly.

“He will not like to be kept waiting,” she insisted, leaving no room for hesitation. You stepped past her, your skin rippling with goosebumps as nervousness filled you. Every noise made you flinch, the clash of the wooden training staffs, the rattle of the chains that held the punch bags, the smack of a body falling onto a training mat. Every grunt, moan and cry had the hairs rising on the back of your neck, until you smelled him. The richness of his peppery scent seemed to calm the churning thoughts in your mind, this was an Alpha who would look after you, who other Alphas deferred to. You left Phasma’s side, your feet carrying you across the floor to Hux, he was dressed the same as yesterday in fresh clothes. His hair soft and clean as it feathered across his brow, he was talking to the same Lieutenant, his long fingers flexing as he adjusted the bands on his hands. His green eyes rose, catching you staring at him, watching you approach but his expression didn’t change.

“Thank you Dopheld, you know where to find me.”

“General.” The Lieutenant glanced at you, not able to hide the surprise he felt at seeing you approach, so much so he didn’t move until Hux cleared his throat in warning.

“I’m sorry General if my presence is…unwanted,” you murmured quietly.

“That’s not what it is,” he replied firmly. “Shall we?” To your shock he gestured to an empty training mat and you agitated the hem of your top.

“Sir, is this wise?” You whispered.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to? Is it wise to train? Yes.” You sensed the undertone of annoyance in his voice and it made your body tense up.

“I-I mean training with me in such….close quarters.” His hand clenched tightly into a fist and you wondered if you’d angered him.

“You’ll find I’m not like the other Alphas you are used to. You have nothing to fear from me, Omega.” Did he know? He must know where Kylo had saved you from, what he saved you from, but you didn’t ask as you moved onto the mat. “Have you stretched?” He asked, clearly unperturbed by this whole situation, the complete opposite to you. Your thoughts were scatty and you felt jumpy, his rich scent wrapped around you like a comforting blanket but it still couldn’t calm you entirely.

“Yes, in my quarters,” you replied.

“Then let’s begin.” He bested you easily, you could see the attack coming but your distraction led you to being slammed into the mat almost immediately. He hauled you up with annoyance clear in his features. “You train with the Knights of Ren and you’re letting a General beat you?” He goaded. “Get it together Omega.”

“Yes Sir.” This time a few blows were traded before he had you pinned between his legs. He let you up but you ignored his offered hand of help. He bested you again and again, determination settling inside you as you wiped the sweat off your brow. He was right, you’d put Cardo on his back, this General was slim and lean, nothing like the Knights. You lunged forward catching him by surprise but he corrected himself, he went to spin you and claim you in a headlock but you ducked, weaving out his reach and dragging his arm forcefully up behind his back bringing the Alpha to his knees. He looked up at you, a sheen of sweat glinted on his pale skin, his rich red hair flopped into his bright green eyes and he smiled slightly. His chest heaved from the exertion making his speech breathless.

“Good,” you released him feeling a sense of satisfaction when he rubbed his wrist and worked his shoulder to loosen it up. “That was good Omega, not many people have bested me.” He acknowledged softly.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked, seeing his hand flex.

“Nothing I can’t handle. Same time tomorrow?” He asked and your heart fluttered as you blinked up at him in surprise.

“Yes, I’d like that.”

You tried to breathe through your mouth but his scent was all over your clothes. It was intoxicating and as soon as you were in your quarters you were pulling your top off and scrunching it up under your nose. You couldn't explain it, the way his scent sang to you, creating threads of light in your mind and your pupils dilated. You growled, burying your face into the material as you chased the peppery aroma and you felt the heat begin to gather in your belly. You groaned, dragging yourself to the shower and throwing the clothes in the hamper. As soon as the water hit your skin you relaxed, his scent washing away and your mind began to clear in the steam of the refresher. You took longer than you needed, washing yourself three times making sure you were scent free but as soon as you stepped out you could smell the clothes in the hamper.

“Fuck…” you twisted your hands together, fighting the urge to rip the dirty clothes out and rub yourself with his scent all over again. “No.” You marched out, shutting the door behind you, the tension flowing from you as you breathed the clean air of your bedroom. You sighed, looking out at the stars as the ship hung in the infinity of the Galaxy. “Kylo, where are you?”

—

A week had passed, your daily sessions with Hux were something you looked forward to, smothering yourself in him and then coming back to your quarters to relieve yourself. At first you had resisted, it made you feel dirty smelling another Alpha as you brought yourself to orgasm but without your suppressants or Kylo you had no choice the nearer it got to your heat.

You felt agitated as you followed Phasma down the corridor. Your skin felt tender, noises were more prominent to your sensitive ears and you could smell everything. Even Phasma, her soft Beta scent had a muted fruity aroma which you didn’t want to shy away from. You stumbled slightly as the wall of Alpha smells hit you at the training ground, there were so many, woody smells, musky smells, fruity smells, herby smells all coming together in a heady cloud that clogged your throat.

“Good morning Phasma,” you zeroed in on his voice. Finally picking out his scent as he approached, you felt like an animal as you scented the air, your eyes blowing wide when you caught whiffs of earthy undertones coming from him and it took all your control not to bury yourself into him. “Shall we?” He asked, nodding your legs moved but they felt detached. Like you were stepping on sponges as you both moved over to the mat. You weren’t sure what was happening, your already sensitive skin itched with a prickly heat and you rolled your shoulders in an effort to lessen the effect. “You seem tense this morning. Not looking forward to me beating you again?” He sneered. You tilted your head back, your hand behind your neck and you looked him over not liking the rippling heat searing just under your skin.

“I’m sure I will be better today,” you replied but in all honesty you just wanted to get close to him, to coat yourself in that strong Alpha scent that haunted you. He came at you, every touch of his hands started a chain reaction in your body, every mark he left seemed to imprint on your skin, flaring with a blazing heat and you couldn’t concentrate. Suddenly the world tipped and he was above you, his body crowding you, your wrists pinned above your head and you bit back a moan.

“You are not better today. You are distracted,” he pointed out gruffly.

“Apologies General.” He moved so you could get up but you didn’t want to leave the coolness of the mat. You were sweating more than normal, swiping your brow you couldn’t help but think you wanted this to end except Hux was relentless. Time and time again he had you on the floor, making comments about your lack of concentration and all you could was apologise as you stared up at the ceiling once again.

“I think that’s enough for today. Hopefully you’ll be in better form tomorrow,” he snapped. You felt a well of sadness erupt inside you as he walked away, Alpha angry! He’s upset with you, he doesn’t want you… Sighing you picked yourself up off the floor, ignoring the voice in your mind. It was just a by-product of your nature, you wiped your face with a towel but when you lowered it you were aware of many sets of eyes on you. Officers all over the training ground were staring at you with a bright hunger in their eyes making you feel very exposed. You were drenched in Hux’s scent and all you wanted to do was go back to your quarters and relieve this burn between your legs. You didn’t even take the time to tell Phasma where you were going, you hurried from the training ground slamming straight into the Lieutenant.

“I’m sorry…” he started but his mouth stopped moving. His pupils blew wide and you backed away from him in horror. “You smell amazing!” He advanced, his hands out to grab you but you wrenched them behind his back dragging a rough gasp from him and bringing him to his knees. You released him and ran to your quarters, adrenaline pounded through your body. It was too early! You still had another week at least….but judging by the fire that laced your veins you had no time left at all. You locked the door and succumbed immediately to the need coursing through your body, you scrunched the top into a tight fist and dragged it to your nose. Your other hand delved deeply into your leggings feeling how wet and ready you were. Your fingers moved with precision, knowing exactly what pressure and how you needed it to bring yourself to a relief as quickly as possible. You laid on the floor, Hux’s spicy scent clouded your mind and his name was in your mouth as pleasure flooded your body. You relaxed letting your legs go slack, your hand still in your leggings. You hadn’t experienced a heat early in years, you barely felt your heats anymore because Kylo was nearly always here or the suppressants made it none existent.

Now though, it was like your body knew and was trying to attract a new Alpha. You sucked in the scent off your top, breathing the General’s earthy tones and searing smell so much it felt like it was scorching your nostrils. You began to imagine what his skin felt like, how soft his hair was, what his cock felt like pounding in and out of you.

“Oh no…” you groaned as your back arched off the floor. Your hand working around your clit trying to bring you slower to the point of no return this time. Obscene noises fell from your lips as you dipped your fingers into your hungry cunt, spreading your hot slick all over yourself. “Oh Maker please…” you begged softly. You knew you wouldn’t be able to satisfy your more intense cravings but this would have to do for now. Pleasure skitted through your body like electrical currents, your mouth open wide but no sound now came out as you trembled with the intensity of your release. Once you’d relaxed you managed to shed your clothes and made your way to the shower. If you could shed Hux’s scent your heat might calm down, maybe.

—

All you could think about was the pain, desperately shoving your fingers into your wanting cunt did nothing to calm the fire that raged through your body. You were sweating heavily, your hair matted and damp against the bedsheets. You quickly brought yourself to orgasm, your legs shaking violently but it just made your need more acute. Water, maybe drinking some water would ease your suffering. You managed to stand on your shaky legs, every step teasing your core, your juices staining your inner thighs. You fumbled with the glass, barely aware you couldn’t hold it straight as cold water cascaded over your hands. Damn him! Damn him and his pheromones kicking you into an early heat.

Your door hissed open and you turned, flattening yourself against the counter, his scent already filling your nostrils, clogging your throat, making your body respond in kind.

“You missed our training session…” he trailed off as he registered your half undressed form, the top not doing much to cover your modesty.

“No!” Yes! Yes! Alpha! You shook your head trying to clear your mind of the thoughts and images that erupted in your minds eye. Hux kissing your neck, Hux filling you with his knot, his hands roaming all over your body… “No!” You cried out again. He seemed frozen, his pupils dilated, his hands clasped together at chest height, his nose flared as he drank in your pheromones. He could smell how desperate you were, he could see the pain in your body, the glistening between your legs and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“Omega…” his voice was deep as he fought the rut you were starting inside him. You held your hand out stopping his advance and he snarled, his lip curling in annoyance. “Let me…” help you. Your arm dropped. You wanted him, so desperately wanted him to, the visions in your mind playing out like a movie. His movements were jerky as he tugged at the fastenings on his tunic, he was beginning to burn up, an intense fever to match your own. He paced along the invisible line you had set, his eyes never leaving your face, he ripped his gloves off and ran his fingers through his bright hair pulling it free of the gel. A slight whimper escaped you at the sight, you were drowning in his presence and he wasn’t even touching you, the only thing keeping you present was the counter corner biting into your hand. Your heart pounded in your chest, desire curling up inside you making the pain reach a crescendo and you cried out, your thighs squeezing together in an effort to curb it all but you were losing yourself.

“Alpha…” he was before you in three large strides, the sensation of his hands on your skin as he picked you up minutely eased the pain. Your body was limp in his grasp, he carried you to the bedroom placing you gently on the sheets. He went to move away but you whined, grabbing his tunic and dragging him to you, the sensation of his body covering yours made your back arch desperately. The material of your top rubbed your nipples eliciting a groan from you and he buried his face in your neck breathing you in, his hips rutting against your body. Control was slipping, soon all that existed between you both was the need to satisfy, the burning desire to please one another. Your head swam at the feel of his hand between your legs and you were vaguely aware of his moan that rumbled from his chest at the taste of you as he licked his fingers. He was whispering, murmuring praise at you, his voice pleasing to your ears and you grinned, biting your lip as you writhed against him. Your hands moved, feeling the hardness of his erection burning through his trousers. You mumbled some words and he pulled your hands away from him making your eyes fly open in surprise.

“Say it again,” he insisted firmly.

“Mmm,” your head rolled as a wave of heat slammed into you. He was taking too long. Before he could react you shoved him over, pinning him to the mattress and going for his trousers again. His hands fought yours and you almost snarled at him.

“I need you to say it.” He was all but panting beneath you, the lust shining in his eyes but still he had the mental capacity to get you to verbally consent. You grabbed his hands and yanked them as far over his head as you could, kneeling over his hard body, trailing your nose along the line of his exposed neck. The scent from his gland was overpowering, making your mouth water at the thought of biting deeply into his flesh and claiming him as your Alpha.

“I want you buried so deep inside me I forget my own name,” you whispered, your tongue shooting out to lick the soft lobe of his ear. You shoved your hips down against him moaning at the feel of his hard cock, he leaned up to kiss you but something made you turn your head at the last second and he got your cheek. You released him and sat up, he helped you push his garments down, his cock springing into your hands as a new intense wave of heat flushed your body, prickling it’s way down your spine.

You lost all sense of awareness, satisfying your heat the only driving force inside you as your hips lined up over him. Your hands rested on his chest, a growl rolling from you as you sat yourself firmly on his cock. You gasped, throwing your head back at the feel of this big, strong Alpha deep within you. He sat up, shedding his tunic in rush and wrapping his arms around your gyrating body, you shivered as he shoved the top on you out of the way, he nipped and and sucked on the pliable flesh of your breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers feeding the craving for pleasure that tormented you both. His teeth nibbled their way up your neck, respectfully avoiding your mating gland and working along your jawline. You could hear the cries of pleasure that exploded from your throat, so lost in the throes of your heat, in the need for release that you barely registered Hux was being as vocal as you were. He tried to kiss you again but your hand pulled on his hair yanking his head back. His cock swelled inside you, his knot sealing him to you as he cummed deeply into your cunt with a low guttural noise. His hand moved fast, his thumb flicking your clit and helping you over the last hurdle, he cursed when your cunt clamped down, milking him completely dry as your body shuddered vigorously.

You slumped into him breathing deeply. You let him lay down, resting you on his chest and his long fingers traced a pattern on your back like he didn’t want to stop touching you. Your heat trickled away to a low shimmer and suddenly you were hit with clarity, a well of emotion rose from your chest, a soft sob breaking through as tears filled your eyes. His fingers stopped their movement but he didn’t say anything, he tried to offer comfort with an embrace but it did nothing to curb the guilt that now suffused your thoughts.

As soon as you were able you detangled from him and went to shut yourself in the refresher, sliding down against the closed door as sobs wracked your body. You felt ashamed that you were so weak, that you had given in so easily as soon as the General had appeared. You crawled to the shower, already feeling the lick of heat at your core, you were reaching the middle of the wave where it was the most intense leaving you and your Alpha exhausted at the end. As the water flowed over your tender skin you realised that it didn’t feel wrong, yes you felt guilty because you loved Kylo….you leaned forward enjoying the coolness the tiles offered you. That single thought circling round and round in your mind. You loved Kylo, right? The words had never been said out loud between you, he had rescued you, given you a life only an Omega could dream of. You loved him. But did you? You shook your head, turning your face into the water to try and wash those thoughts away. Omegas didn’t fall in love, as your heat reminded you by unfurling again in your gut, Omegas were only good for one thing.

You didn’t even bother to dry off, your feet slapped on the floor as you stepped into the bedroom only to find it empty. You slipped behind that well worn mask, the one that had been shoved upon you since you were a young child. The one that put you in the mindset of Omegas were only good for sex, for pleasing their Alpha. No matter who he was. At the end of the day you were just a means to an end for someone else.

His rich, heady scent was heavy in the air and you knew he hadn’t left, he might have tried but he wouldn’t be able to resist. Not now he’d tasted you, felt you, experienced your heat and really you’d only given him a taster. You moved into the living area, he was dressed and sat on the sofa, his head looked up when he heard you only to do a double take.

“Omega!” Hux exclaimed loudly in surprise.

“What?” You shrugged nonchalantly before grabbing the glass of water and chugging it down, you were starving as well as stupidly thirsty. The sound of water splashing into the glass was the only sound in the room until Hux spoke again.

“I ordered you some food.” He managed to tell you once he’d gained control of his throat once more. You sipped this glass, his admission surprised you slightly. You thought he was just here to get you through the heat and his rut, not that he actually thought about your well-being?

“Well shall we continue?” You asked brightly. “Could get another round in before the food arrives.”

“No.” You turned. He was looking down at his datapad ignoring the incredulous look on your face.

“No?!” You stressed loudly.

“That’s what I said.” You moved around to sit on the other end of the sofa suddenly regretting your naked entrance. You could feel your need building but your hunger was definitely more pressing right now, which your stomach decided to demonstrate right there and then. Hux looked up from his datapad, his eyebrows lifted in shock at the noise and he let out a huff. “I shall check on the status of the food, I suggest you put something on.” He got up and headed out of the quarters without even a backward glance leaving you in stunned silence. How could an Alpha have so much control? Most of them lost their heads once their ruts started, exhausted their Omegas sometimes even killing them, you thought Kylo had been an exception or maybe you’d only seen the worst of Alphas in your time.

You managed to find your gown, there was no point in getting dressed completely as your heat was already creeping through your bloodstream at an alarming rate. You sat at the table just as the door opened, your thighs squeezed together and you tried to concentrate on the smell of the food. You just had to get through this meal, fill your belly and then you’d be lost, swept up in the waves of your nature. Hux placed a plate of some sort of meat and veg before you and then moved quickly away. You could see the flush on his pale skin, the redness as it spread from his neck, to his ears and finally warming those pale cheeks.

“I am sorry.” His green eyes rose to lock with yours.

“What for?” He inquired.

“For not having my suppressants.” Hux pursed his lips as he grabbed his glass.

“From what Phasma told me, that's not your fault. Whoever is responsible will be dealt with accordingly.” You ate another mouthful before forming the thoughts in your head to words.

“You can go, I can use someone of lesser…importance. You must be so busy, you don’t have time to pander to me…”

“Is that what you want?” He asked a little quickly, his gaze piercing as he tried to figure out what you were thinking. Your hand slammed onto the table, a spasm rolling through your body.

“N-no!” You gasped. “I f-feel safe with you.” You grunted against the intense flare of your heat, desperately wanting to finish your meal.

“I am honoured you feel that way.” You looked up at him trying not to pant and it shocked you to see he was suffering as much as you were. Sweat beaded on his brow soaking into his bright hair, his pupils were blown wide at your scent filling the air and he tugged on the collar of his uniform. A whine escaped you as the burn in your blood began to hurt, prickling it’s way through your body. You tried to stand but your legs refused to work and you fell to the floor. His chair scraped loudly on the floor and he beside you in a moment, his voice a low hum as his hands reached for you.

“Omega, tell me what you want.” Your lips felt thick, a sheen of sweat was covering your body and all you could do was act. You grabbed one of his hands that hovered over your body and shoved it between your legs gasping at the coolness of him compared to you. His fingers were precise in their movements, rolling your clit gently, swiping along your folds and coating them with your slick. You lay down on the floor and he moved above you, his hair hanging over you and you saw how much better he looked like this. “You feel so good Omega,” his voice was husky with his own desire and you groaned, pulling your legs up to move him between them. Gone was General Hux of the First Order and in his place was a heated Alpha ready to please his Omega. His hand left you to deftly undo the fastening on his trousers and he shoved them down his thighs. Your hands were needy on his hips, your nails digging in enough to make him snarl. “So rough,” he rasped. His hands rested on the floor either side of your head and he dipped down to kiss your lips but you moved offering your neck. He hesitated, just a fraction before burying his face into the dip between your neck and shoulder. You guided his hips forcefully into you, moaning at the sensation of his cock pushing into your soaking cunt, your hands slid over the curve of his backside to push him in until he bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he choked, one arm buckled and he fell onto his elbow, his entire body quivered and you could tell he was holding back but you didn’t want him to.

“General,” you slurred through the intoxicating sensation of your heat and the beast roared inside you, ready to be appeased.

“Yes?”

“Take me,” his shuddery breath was warm as it drifted over your skin and thankfully he didn’t need telling again. His hips rutted into you, almost smashing you into the floor but you didn’t care. The haze of your impending orgasm fell over your mind making you burn with the all consuming desire for release. You cried out, not even sure what you were saying over the noise of your bodies meeting on the hard floor.

“Cum for me Omega!” He growled. It crashed into you, forcing the air out of your lungs with its intensity and for a moment the burning ache was appeased.

To your disappointment Hux pulled away to start stripping his uniform off entirely. You moved on all fours already feeling the need to orgasm again but you wanted the bed this time, only you never made it. His body collided with yours, driven mad by your scent and his need to rut you’d barely moved two strides before he was shoving himself back into you. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he claimed you fiercely from behind, his hands grabbing at any part of you he could reach. Your fingers clawed the floor, trying to hold yourself steady against him to get the friction your body needed for that ease to your desire. You closed your eyes, your body singing at the way he was dominating you, his hand curled over the front of your throat and he pulled you slightly against him. Your breath hitched, your knees almost buckling from the force he was putting your body under but you welcomed it. This is what you needed, this is what you wanted to curb the blazing pulse that throbbed deep inside you. His fingers tensed around the column of your throat and your eyes rolled slightly as sparks seemed to skate over your skin.

“You’re taking me so well Omega,” the praise he grunted at you made you smile through your pleasurable delirium making your entire body tremble in his grip. You were close, so close. His cock swelled inside you setting off a chain reaction within your body, the sparks across your skin exploded and you felt yourself dissolving into the pleasure that spread from your core. Your thoughts scattered, your vision faded making the room lose focus around you. A strangled cry made its way from your constricted throat as he filled you, pushing into you with every pulse until he couldn’t anymore, his knot sealing him in place. You collapsed forward, your sweaty arms landing with a slap onto the smooth floor, his dripping body covered yours, praise falling his lips and dancing on your sensitive skin. Both of you were panting, trying to gather yourselves before the next wave hit. His hands were softer as he pulled you close to him, as soon as he could he was lifting you off the floor and heading into the bedroom. You lost all sense of time, your mind lost in the joining of your bodies and the relief it offered you both. You were vaguely aware of the way he gasped your name, the feel of his hair in your fingers, your body pressed tightly against his, the fold of your legs as you pulled him closer. Soon your heat abated enough for you to sleep and you gratefully sunk into the depths of exhaustion.

—

You woke with a start, already the itching sensation of your heat was clawing its way through your body and you shuddered. You went to move but there was a weight on your legs, you looked up in the dim light of the bedroom and you stilled. Hux was asleep, his arm thrown protectively over the top of your head, his face resting on the pillow at your shoulder, you could feel his legs entwined with yours and you settled back down into the covers. Your eyes studied him, he really was a handsome man, his red hair was a mess where you had run your fingers through it countless times, you noticed for the first time a soft smattering of freckles across his nose. His eyes lashes were pale against his cheeks but up this close you could see how long they really were.

“Like what you see, Omega?” He rumbled sleepily and you jumped. Quickly removing yourself from him and gathering a sheet around your body.

“I er…need to use the ‘fresher.” You backed up, watching the way his muscles flexed when he stretched, already your insides quivering. You winced when you used the toilet, feeling the rawness between your legs that only a bath could soothe. You got in before the water had even finished filling the tub and you groaned in delight as the warm water caressed your tired and sore body. Now you were in a better light you could see the bruises that littered you, blossoming under your skin, your fingers sought out the bite mark on your shoulder, feeling the bumps from his teeth. You felt tender all over and oddly satisfied. Although that was slowly being eaten away by the fresh burn of your heat, accompanied by the pain of hunger in your stomach. You lay there for as long as you could until you started getting restless, you got out and dried off grabbing some fresh clothes and covering yourself for what felt like the first time in days. Your eyebrows rose when you entered the bedroom, the bed was made up with fresh sheets and the aroma of breakfast made your mouth water. Hux was sitting at the table, fully dressed in a fresh uniform although the top fastenings were undone giving you a view of his collarbone. He had a cup of caf in one hand and a datapad in the other. You sat down with a sigh of contentment, grabbing some bread and tearing into it while guzzling some caf after the first mouthful.

“Slow down you’ll give yourself indigestion,” he told you in a quiet tone.

“I can’t help it, I'm starving!”

“It’s been 36 hours.” You slammed your cup down in surprise and he finally looked up at you. “Is that not normal?” He asked curiously.

“Well, no…yes? I’m not overly sure. With Kylo…” you stopped talking. It was different with Kylo, but you couldn’t really explain how. It all seemed so much more intense with Hux and yet he acted like this wasn’t very intense for him at all. More of a chore, an inconvenience maybe, you were keeping him from important matters that no doubt needed his attention. “I understand if you need to be elsewhere,” you said stiffly, noticing his attention was already back on his datapad.

“I am quite happy where I am,” he affirmed softly and you found the tension that had gathered in your shoulders ease slightly. You slowed down your eating, watching as he scrolled through reports and whatever else he had to read. His hand was wrapped round the cup and he brought it to his mouth every now and again, his neck rippling with every sip. You found yourself daydreaming, your eyes fixed on the place where his mating gland was, you’d never really given much consideration to mating not even with Kylo. You always told yourself you weren’t ready, but here, now, watching Hux relax in your presence after him satisfying your heat had your mind spiralling into places it had never been before. What were you doing? Kylo was your Alpha and had been for a while, your first heat without him and you were ready to throw in the towel on the whole relationship. Was it a relationship though or a mutual arrangement? Your gaze dropped to your now empty plate, hating for feeling like this but there was just something about Hux and his Alpha scent that you couldn’t shift. It made you feel different, it brought forward emotions and ideas you’d never even thought of before and it knocked you. A hand delicately stroked your own mating gland, when you were a slave you had to wear a collar that covered it so the Alpha who was using you at the time didn’t mate with you in the moment of their rut, because a mated Omega was a useless Omega, for the slave trade anyway.

“Are you alright?” Your gaze rose to meet Hux’s intense green eyes. He looked worried but you put that down to his Alpha nature just wanting to take care of you.

“Yes, I just got dragged into memories.”

“Oh.”

“They just hit me sometimes, the smell, the feel of the collar,” you winced, snatching your hand away from your neck and lowering your head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like for you.” You looked up not believing the ruthless General of the First Order was showing you such compassion. “I was there when you were brought on board,” he confessed. His face twisted in disgust as he recalled the memory. “We are trying to abolish places like that, they’re disgusting but that one where you were, was particularly….vile.” He spat the word out, bristling slightly. Now you understood, when you told him you felt safe with him and he said he was honoured, he meant it. Because he knew what you’d been through.

“Why haven’t we crossed paths before now?” Now he smirked, getting up for more caf.

“Well you can blame Ren for that. He kept you hidden, protecting you I suppose.” You stood and took your cup over to where he was standing. He turned, surprise visible on his face at your closeness, you weren’t sure why but you leaned into him, breathing that rich spicy smell that he exuded. It calmed you, even eased the sting of your heat a bit. He stood stock still as you scented him, breathing deeply and evenly, letting him permeate you completely, your body moving on reflex to press into him. Nuzzling the bareness of his neck you inched towards his mating gland, the hotness of Hux’s skin was seeping through his clothes warming your body.

“Omega…” he almost growled in warning, his frame tensing even more.

“Just hold me Alpha,” you whispered softly. Desperate to feel comfort that only he could provide. He did, his arms wrapping you in a tight embrace, his face burying into the top of your head and he breathed you in.

“You are safe here,” he whispered. “Hopefully Ren won’t kill me when he returns.”

“Is that meant to be a joke?” You asked angrily. “I wouldn't let him lay a finger on you anyway.” You both froze at the admission that had fallen from you.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, Omega, I will take my punishment when it comes.” You tipped your head back to look at him as he gazed down at you. “This has been worth whatever he dishes out to me.” You bit your lip, his face was right there, his lips so close you could see the individual ridges on the pink skin. His eyes roamed over your face, his expression softening slightly at your wide eyed look. It wouldn’t take much you thought, to lean forward and capture his warm lips with your own, to taste the caf he’d been drinking and swallow in his own unique taste. Your skin prickled at the idea, you still hadn’t let him kiss you, it made the rutting less intimate and yet, right now all you wanted was him to kiss you. You wanted to feel his tongue slide over yours, to feel his hand on the side of your face as he deepened the kiss.

His breath fanned over your face as you both inched towards one another, your eyes fluttering closed just as his nose gently bumped yours. His hand settled lightly on your cheek and your breath caught in your chest when his thumb pressed into the corner of your mouth, the tip just pushing past your lips. You frowned slightly, the need to feel his lips on you was consuming you from the inside out but his hand held you in place, teasing you with the ghosting touch of his lips until his commlink went off making you both jump slightly as though you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t.

You stepped back allowing him to answer, you drifted to the bedroom aware of the lingering tendrils of your heat snaking through your limbs and wanting nothing more than Hux to take care of you.

So you waited, laying on the bed feeling the wetness gather between your legs and still he didn’t appear. You started to get agitated, it didn’t hurt anymore and you could probably take care of yourself to appease your heat but you didn’t want to. You tried to convince yourself you needed a knot to get over this last hurdle, when in truth you wanted his knot. You wanted to feel the way he filled you and without the mind numbing effect of your heat, you wanted to feel him and remember it.

You bit your lip as you ran your hand over the sheets still fighting with yourself, half of you wanted to stay as loyal as you could to Kylo but the other half of you recognised what you had with Hux was totally different. There was just something else, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it but everything with Hux was just more intense and dare you think it, better. With an irritated sigh you got off the bed and started stripping. You put on a silky black nightdress that barely reached your thighs and covered it with your black gown that trailed along the floor, leaving it open so it fluttered around you as you walked. You stepped into the living area, his scent curling around you in a comforting way, the spicy aroma strong and vibrant leading you to him as his body called to you. He was sitting on the sofa writing out something on his datapad but he scented you, his pupils blown wide as he looked up.

“O-omega…”

“Ssshhh,” you grabbed the datapad and tossed it on the empty cushion.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He demanded but there was no conviction or anger behind the words. He knew what you were doing. You slowly pulled the short dress up, ruffling it in your fists at abdomen level so you could straddle his lap without any restrictions. He exhaled, loudly with the hint of a growl from the back of his throat.

“General,” you almost purred as you settled on his lap. His hands stayed clenched either side of him but you knew they wouldn’t stay there for long. You felt bold, empowered by something you couldn’t explain as his legs tensed under the softness of your thighs. Your hand shot out, grabbing his throat and his eyes widened in shock. You leaned into him, revelling in the way your scents entwined together in the most delicious heady cocktail. Your hips rolled against him, smothering him in your wetness and you were pleased to feel him already hardening beneath you. You turned his head, leaning forward you began to scent him, dragging your nose and open mouth in a slow teasing line from his exposed clavicle, over the corded tenseness of his neck to his temple. Your eyes rolled and you let out a little whine as his scent fed the needy Omega side of you. Your hips rolled harder against him, seeking that friction your clit needed, the starchy fabric of his uniform providing the perfect purchase. “What’s happening?” You managed to whisper. “Why do I feel so….desperate for you?” You were almost panting in his ear, licking at the moisture from your breath as it settled on the side of his face. He growled again, loud enough for it to tremble to your insides and you cried out softly as the gathering pleasure pooled in your belly. You could feel your cunt weeping, clenching on air as it asked to be filled with him. You could feel him now, hot and throbbing as your dampness leached through his uniform to mingle with his own. You dragged your folds roughly along his length moaning as you tried to recall the way he took you all those hours ago, so rough and ready, your shoulder ached at the memory and you knew you were going to carry that mark for a while.

“It’s just your heat,” he almost wheezed as he tried to not give into the desire that coursed through him. “It will pass.” You sat back slightly, turning his face so his almost black eyes magnetised to yours.

“Do you believe that?” You asked firmly. You couldn’t help feeling powerful at this moment, you had an Alpha like no other pinned beneath you, a strong Alpha at that and he was completely at your mercy, you, an Omega.

“It’s too soon to tell,” he whispered. Your gaze drifted over his fine features as you inhaled through your clenched teeth. Your fingers moved from his throat to explore his face, tracing the line of his lips, his high cheekbones and moving to his brow making his eyes flutter slightly. He had a birthmark and your fingers lightly traced around the slight ridge of it making him tense beneath you. Your fingers ghosted down the line of his nose, taking in the freckles that painted his skin, his eyes watching you intently the whole time. You dragged your fingertips down, applying enough pressure to roll his plush pink bottom lip down to reveal his teeth making you bare yours in return. You could feel his heart pounding beneath your breasts as you crushed yourself to him, his caf tainted breath was heated and ragged as he breathed heavily against your face. You felt it again, pressing your face against him, the need to kiss him, to feel all of him. You released his lip gasping slightly when his hips bucked softly into you, his control finally slipping the longer you coated him in your pheromones. “Use me,” he breathed. “Take what you need from me.” Your body shuddered at the invitation and your hand slid between your warm bodies like it had a mind of its own. You popped his trousers open with ease, closing your eyes as your hand slipped into the opening, feeling the hot and sticky mess inside his pants had you biting back a desperate whine.

He shifted, raising his hips with you still on him so he could drag the material out of the way leaving his straining cock burning into your already sweating skin. You explored him carefully, noting every little hitch in his breath when you swept your thumb over the wet tip, smearing his precum around. You guided your hand down to feel the beginnings of his knot swelling in anticipation and he twitched when you squeezed his girth, feeling how wide he was. He huffed slightly as he tried to keep himself in check, to keep still and let you take what you needed from him. You knelt up, keeping your face pressed against him, your breasts pressing into him and you hovered over where you held him in place. He was quivering now, panting with wild abandon as he waited for you to sit back down, enveloping him with your cunt. You stroked him one more time, dragging a snarl from him and an impatient nip at one of your breasts.

You moved slowly, wanting to savour and commit the way he felt to memory. He was big, his tip alone stretched you but your cunt took him greedily, clenching with every inch that you swallowed up. Every ridge and bump had you trembling from the delicious burn, the stretch not unpleasant and it eased the need inside you. His hands moved now, pressing heavily on your hips so he could push as deeply into you as he could, his face was buried in your shoulder and you felt the graze of his teeth through your gown. You groaned and spread your hips trying to relax them and enjoy the way he made you feel so full.

You shimmed out of your robe letting it flutter to the floor and wrapping your bare arms around his neck holding yourself close to him, drowning in that searing earthy aroma he emitted. His lips were blazing as they kissed the skin he could reach, his teeth pressing teasingly into your flesh and he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling your hips up. Your walls fluttered as his cock dragged out of you, desperately trying to keep him inside you, he held you in place for a moment before slamming you back down onto him. You couldn’t help the cry that was forced out of you, a noise of pure pleasure at the sensations that curled up inside you. His cock twitched at the noise and you felt his arms tighten around you ready to do it again but you broke his hold on you. You sat deeply in his lap, your head falling back at the ache he created deep inside you, a hand flew to grab his neck, pinning him in place. His face twisted in frustration but he didn’t make a move to stop you, instead his hand grabbed your free one, tangling your clammy fingers together and finally you began to move. In this position he nudged the nerves buried in the front of your wall and your mouth opened as the desire licked up your spine. Your gaze stayed locked with his letting him know you were in charge right now, you were taking what you wanted from him and you could see him fighting his Alpha nature, to rise to the challenge you were giving him and dominate you. Your hips settled into an easy rhythm gyrating with purpose as you chased the pleasure that teased you.

Cries fought their way out of your chest and you began to bounce, needing to feel him spear you again and again. You used his hand for leverage, your breasts bouncing as your skin slapped together filling the room with the sounds of your bodies meeting. You inhaled deeply through your nose letting the intense smell of your sex wind it’s way through you heightening the creeping heat as it flushed under your skin. Hux was watching you, his eyes still black with just the sliver of his pale green iris visible, he was biting his bottom lip, a red flush had covered his neck and face and you could see sweat beading on his brow. You slammed down hard making his face contort in lust, the bulge of his knot was growing and you knew he was going to finish soon. Yes! Yes! Please my Alpha… You fell forward and he took over as you gasped all over his face, his hips bucking up into you, pounding your entire body so your chest slammed into his again and again. He was snarling, his hands now holding you in place as you released him, all you could do was hold onto the back of the sofa, your face scraping against his feeling the beginnings of his stubble as burned your cheek.

“Taking me so well my Omega.” My. Mine. I am yours. The thought was loud and clear in your mind and without thinking you opened your mouth to bite his mating gland but at the last moment reason made you jerk your head to the side and your teeth sunk into his shoulder. He yelled loudly, his body reacting to the pain but slamming into you with more force pulling the most intense orgasm from you making your jaw lock as you screamed in pleasureable delirium, your vision whiting out behind your closed lids as cry after cry ripped from your tired throat. His knot swelled, his cock pulsed inside you making you tense around him as your body shook violently. He shoved your hips down, his knot finally locking you in place and he spilled deep inside you.

Both of you breathed heavily, slowly coming back to yourselves, you removed your teeth from his shoulder, feeling the metallic taste of his blood in your mouth. His head was resting on the back of the sofa, his fingers still tense on your hips as he held you. His chest heaved and he tried to calm his racing heart with steady breaths. You sat up slowly, enjoying the feel of him still filling you so deeply.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. Panic was ruining your post orgasmic bubble and you looked down at your hands.

“What for you?” He huffed, his skin still richly flushed.

“For biting you.” He sat up, the movement making you want to moan as he shifted against you making your body ripple with an echo of pleasure. His long fingers brushed the bite mark on your own shoulder and you winced slightly.

“It was only fair,” he commented softly. He sucked in a breath and your eyes rose to look at him. His face was so close, his eyes roaming over your features and you saw his pupils were back to normal size. “I wouldn’t have stopped you,” he whispered. “ I don’t know what this is but I…..I would not have stopped you.” Your entire body seemed to sing at his words, an Alpha he wants you! Alpha would let you claim him. You closed your eyes, trying to fight the primal thoughts that raced through your mind.

“I don’t know what this is either,” you breathed. Your hand brushed his cheek, the desire to kiss him once again slamming into you. The strength of your feelings scared you, this has never happened before a connection like this and you didn’t know what to do. You had desperately tried to treat him like a client from your servicing days but you just couldn’t, your body wouldn’t let you. His knot softened enough for you to get up, he sighed as you slipped off his lap hurrying off to the refresher and shutting the door behind you. It was just the last hurdle of your heat…right? What on earth were you going to do?

—

Your heat had come to an end, you could feel the burning desire for Hux to appease the ache had gone, but you still didn’t want him to leave. Neither of you voiced it as you sat in silence on opposite ends of the sofa. You were reading a manuscript and he was working, just enjoying his scent and the way it seemed to permeate everything around you. It was soothing, knowing this Alpha was still here because he wanted to be.

When someone knocked on the door you couldn’t help but feel a sliver of fear. You looked at Hux with wide eyes and he gestured for you to retreat to the bedroom which you did without question, hugging the door frame but crouching down so you could see who it was. Hux waited a couple of beats, making sure his uniform was straightened out before answering. It was an officer, one you hadn’t seen before but you assumed on a ship this large you’d barely scraped the surface of the personnel onboard.

“Oh, you’re still here General.” Hux stiffened at the officer's tone and you sucked in a breath at the blatant lack of respect.

“Did you need something?” Barked Hux, you closed your eyes trying to get a hold of yourself but him showing such dominance ignited something lustful in you. The officer looked past Hux, his eyes falling on your crouched form and you saw his expression change, he could smell you. Before you could move to lock yourself in the bedroom Hux moved, hauling the officer by his uniform to slam him against the wall. His forearm pressed against the other Alpha’s throat, his lips pulled back in a snarl, his face as close as he could get to the other man without their noses touching. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Officer?” Your eyes rolled at the tone in his voice, the deep voice of the Alpha rolling over you making you want to submit even though he wasn’t talking to you. Your hands shook on the door frame, already your clean underwear was blossoming with your want. Without another word Hux physically threw the officer out of your quarters watching with satisfaction as he stumbled and fell against the far wall of the corridor.

“You know she’s not yours right? Anyone should be able to have a go.” The officer's parting haughty comment should have hurt you, but you were burning with desire as it licked up your spine. Hux snarled and stepped menacingly forward making the other lesser Alpha scurry away before Hux killed him. The door hissed shut and Hux locked it, pulling on his cuffs and running a hand through his hair before he turned to face you.

You used the doorframe to help you stand, your knees weak and barely able to hold you upright.

“I apologise for the insubordination of my officer. He will be fully reprimanded for his lack of respect and…” his words were stopped by your sudden movement. Reaching forward you grabbed the front of his uniform and yanked him down to you, your lips connecting with his for the first time, the aroma of your flaring pheromones knocking his chemical balance to its peak.

“I need you, I need you now!” You gasped desperately into his mouth. Your tongues sliding over one another as he tasted your lips for the first time. He acted like he had been starving, being denied the warmth of your mouth for this long meant he was now devouring you with purpose. His tongue licked deeply past your lips dragging a full bodied moan from your chest. You clutched him to you, getting lost in the feelings he offered you, it was different kissing him. Each connection between you seemed to spark off something new and you felt the familiar haziness at the edges of your mind but nothing could erase the sense of clarity you had and you wanted Hux. It blazed within you, it wasn’t all consuming like your heat but the need to have him touch you, to please you, to make you cum was. Your hands clawed at his uniform, you knew the fastenings and how they worked now, popping them open with ease you snaked your arms around his lean body, feeling the dip in his lower back as you heaved him into you. His hand came up to cup your face, tilting your chin so he could have better access to your mouth. His body covered you, towering over you just accentuating his presence as a strong Alpha. Your Alpha. His hips pressed into you, the evidence of his arousal settled tightly against your lower stomach and the thought of him slipping his cock inside you made you whimper against his hot lips.

He pulled away and you wasted no time in undoing his trousers and he leaned against the wall with one hand, his green eyes blazing as he watched you release him from the confines of his clothes. Your hand swept over his already weeping tip, enjoying the shiver that ran through him at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and you realised right now, he was letting you have control again. You slid down the wall, leaning on your toes, your knees resting in the gap between his own legs. Your eyes rose to look up at him and you saw his face was already flushed pink, his hair draped down as he gazed at you with those beautiful pale green eyes. Without breaking eye contact you licked him, drinking up the saltiness that leaked from the end, smirking slightly when it twitches in your grasp. You trailed your tongue along the ridges of his cock, slowly coating him in your saliva before taking him into your mouth. He snarled something unintelligible, his fist slamming into the wall at the waves of pleasure that trembled down his legs as your hand explored his growing knot at the base. You hummed around him and his hand dug deeply into your scalp at the sensation, his hips rocking into your face until he pulled himself out with a pop.

“Get up, get up!” He whispered urgently and you complied, the lingering taste of him in your mouth made you bite your lip with relish. He slammed you against the wall, his hands shaking as he parted your robe revealing your sodden underwear to him. You gasped when he ripped them down your legs, snapping the material so it left a mark on your skin. “Are you ready for me, my Omega?” I am yours. Take me!

“Yes,” you moaned loudly. His hands gripped the pliable flesh of your backside and in one movement he lifted you up, lining his cock with your entrance. You expected him to plunge straight into you, your cunt was already clenching on nothing but he paused. He exhaled softly, his eyes slowly tracing your features as though committing them to memory before falling to your lips. You watched him just as intently, letting the tension build between you even more, feeling the wetness as you dripped into the tip of his cock. Your hand was at the back of his neck, sliding up into the soft fiery strands of his hair.

He looked like he wanted to say something, his lips parted slightly and your breath caught in your throat. He surged forward, the kiss was hard, fierce, full of want and heat. He stole the very breath from your lungs as he slipped his thick cock into your waiting cunt and you swallowed him up greedily. His motions were long and even as he worked himself in and out of you, the angle was perfect for catching the magic epicentre of pleasure inside you, his cock dragging over the same place over and over again making your fingernails dig into his shoulders. His cheek nestled against yours and you heard him snarl into your ear, the noise making your eyes close tightly as you tried committing that glorious sound to your memory. Your mouth was open, but the pleasure that wound its way round all your limbs rendered you silent, the intensity shocked you. This feeling of being this intimate with Hux was something you’d never experienced before, not even with Kylo. Your heavy breaths weaved together, Your entire body tensed, you were so close, the edges of your orgasm brushed your mind and finally a deep groan left you as you clenched your jaw shut. Hux turned his head, his soft hair brushed your forehead, his closeness was something you craved in this moment. His hips snapped into you and your body jolted against the wall, his pounding increased and you knew he was close. The switch in tempo had your cunt clenching with your release, it smashed into you with the force of an ocean wave, your cunt fluttering wildly milking his own release from him, making him cry out loudly, his eyes slamming shut at the force of it. The knot at the base of his cock swelled and he rammed himself as hard as he could into you, ropes of his white hot cum forcefully painted your insides. His lips sought yours, the urgency and fire now gone as you both came down from your highs. And yet, the feel of his mouth was still as tantalising as it was before. You never wanted to stop kissing him, even if your lips become swollen and sore you’d want to continue feeling his mouth against yours. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, dragging the soft flesh between your teeth, enjoying the growl that rolled from his chest, transferring to you, like it was a gift. You had made him make that noise and you would never forget the feeling of elation it gave you. After a while you felt his knot soften and he sighed, he went to push away from the wall, away from you but your hands refused to let him go. He looked at you with a slightly puzzled look, usually you shoved him away once he’d satisfied the need from your heat but this coupling hadn’t been entirely driven by your Omega nature, something else was at play here and you wanted to figure it out.

“Will you stay tonight, General?” You whispered.

“If you want me to,” he whispered back. “I thought you’d want me to leave…” seeing as your heat was over. You knew what he was going to say, his rut was done, your heat was done, there was no reason for him to stay. But you wanted him to.

“Please?” You pleaded softly.

“Yes,” you accepted the gentle kiss he offered you, breathing in the rich earthy scent of his skin as you did. ”Yes I’ll stay.” He placed you back on the floor, kicking his trousers off before walking you into the bedroom. “Shall I run you a bath?” He asked quietly but you were already falling into the bed, exhaustion finally claiming you.

“Tomorrow, General.” Your eyes were closed but you heard the soft rustle of his clothes as he shed them before crawling in behind you, his face buried into the crook of your neck, nuzzling your mating gland. His arms gathered you into his chest and you sighed in contentment.

“Armitage, you can call me Armitage.”

“Armitage…”

—

You woke up, the heaviness of waking up alone was something you were used to now. Since that last night with Hux a couple of weeks ago you hadn’t seen him. His scent had died in your quarters and only yours remained, you didn’t even see him at the training ground anymore. You had tried to question Phasma but she remained a closed book and it infuriated you. At first you were angry that he had just abandoned you like this after all those moments, the kissing, experiencing such intense feelings that he clearly felt too, to then vanish. Then came the crushing sadness, the neediness of your Omega side had you keening with tearing grief that he didn’t want you anymore, that you had somehow displeased him and he had gone off with another Omega. You tried to reason with yourself because you knew you were the only Omega onboard. But the intrusive thoughts about him going planet side and finding another ripped you up inside. You spent one night trying to think of Kylo, where he was, what he was doing but you couldn't concentrate on him. You didn’t care if he was obsessively rutting with some other Omega on the other side of the Galaxy but you cared if Hux was.

“Oh what is wrong with me?!” You half screamed at yourself as you paced in your quarters. You came to a stop at the table, your gaze drifting to the box on the surface. Your suppressants had been delivered and you were conflicted about them. They reminded you why you needed them in the first place, so you would stay loyal to Kylo and ride out your heat in peace, but your body was telling you not to take them. You needed to entice Hux back, you needed his swollen knot pressing into you…

“Oh fuck!” You slammed your hand on the table making the box jump slightly in your anger.

A sharp knock at your door caught your attention and you quickly wiped your face with your sleeve before answering.

“What do you want, Phasma?” You were in no mood for extra training today, you just wanted to wallow in your quarters and maybe get drunk.

“General Hux has requested you,” she stated firmly and your entire body tensed at the sound of his name.

“He has?” You breathed, you could feel your heart skipping beats as it jumped inside you, finally he had asked for you.

“Let’s go.” You followed her, easily keeping up with her long strides in your excitement but it dampened slightly when you saw she was leading you to a conference room.

“Where are we going?”

“There has been news. About Commander Ren.” Your step faltered slightly, the blood freezing in your veins. Was he coming back? Was he injured? Now your heart raced but for a different reason. You almost collided with the Captain when she came to a stop at a closed door. “You are not to speak, you are to listen or I will drag you out of there. Do you understand?” You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak as your body thrummed with tension. “Ok then.” The door opened and the first thing you did was breathe. You breathed so deeply you thought your lungs were going to burst. He was here! His rich scent was entangled with all the other Alphas in the room but you managed to pick out his unique earthy tones, the spicy aroma almost burning the inside of your lungs as you heaved even more into you. He was glorious, he smelled glorious and you needed him. Phasma stood slightly in front of you and you peered round her shoulder, your gaze resting on Hux immediately. He was slumped in his chair at the head of the table, he looked exhausted as he glared at General Parnadee, bags were prominent under his bright green eyes and yet his hair and uniform were impeccable as always. Your eyes traced his long fingers as they rested easily against his mouth, a mouth you wanted on your skin, licking, sucking, biting…you wanted him to look at you why wasn’t he looking at you?

“…so what you’re saying is this mission has been going on for too long?” Hux nodded at her words, his gaze sliding over to Admiral Griss who spoke next.

“So we should send out probes, find them,” he demanded.

“What has Leader Snoke said about the situation? He is his apprentice after all.” Stated General Quinn with a haughty tone and realisation crashed over you. They were talking about Kylo.

“Leader Snoke seems quite happy to let us take the lead on this situation,” Hux finally spoke and your heart ached with how tired he sounded. “He has asked for an update, and soon.”

“Do we know where they went to start their search?” Asked General Engell.

“We lost contact with the Night Buzzard over Dantooine,” Hux said, running a hand over his face.

“What in the blazes are they doing out there?” Quinn demanded angrily and your breath hitched as Hux stood abruptly.

“How should I know?” He snarled loudly. “They were following orders from Leader Snoke, I don’t pretend to understand. In fact I think all this awakening talk is a load of nonsense but we have been charged with finding them and find them we will. Do I hear any objections?” The room was silent and they shook their heads, Hux straightened his tunic as he got a hold on his temper. “I want alerts put out on all First Order worlds but make sure they go to the right people. If the Resistance finds out Kylo Ren is missing they may press an attack while we are distracted with finding….him.” Hux curled his fists as he leaned heavily on the table. “Why are you all still here?” He shouted and you flinched at the sudden rush of movement, shrinking behind Phasma trying to ignore the looks that were tossed your way. “Leave us Phasma.” You looked at her retreating back almost wishing he hadn’t dismissed her because now it was just you and him in this massive room, alone.

“So Kylo and the Knights are missing?” You managed to get out.

“They are.” Hux’s head hung low and he stayed in position as though the table was holding him up. “I waited to tell you,” he confessed quietly. “I didn’t want to worry you unnecessarily.” You moved forward slowly, basking in his captivating scent. “I know they are like family to you.” Your heart swelled at his words, that he had spent this time thinking of you and how you were going to react to the news. You were close enough to touch him now and your body was aching to, you wanted to feel his hand in yours and you reached out on instinct but he straightened, pulling himself out of your reach. “I don’t think that’s appropriate do you?” He murmured. He moved round the opposite of the table and you felt the anger unfurl in your chest.

“You won’t even look at me, Armitage!” The use of his name had him stopping and clutching a chair tightly in surprise. “We experienced something together and then you vanished. Disappeared without a word leaving me feeling confused and lost…” you gazed imploringly at him. “Say something!” You cried. But he just stood there, glaring at the table like it was shouting at him instead of you. “I can’t take this anymore! I have spent the last few weeks driving myself mental I don’t know what to do, Armitage. I don’t know what to do,” you choked back a sob as you watched him for a reaction. Just a flicker of his eyes, a twitch of his mouth, the flex of his jaw, you’d take anything right now but he gave you nothing. “My suppressants arrived,” you stated, hoping Tito would drag a reaction out of him. He nodded, just a fraction as his chest expanded.

“You won’t be needing me then,” he stated softly before leaving you reeling in the conference room.

—

Phasma was waiting for you when you exited the conference room, still in a daze over what Hux had said. His words spiralled in your mind, the whisper of him saying he would have let you claim him to then say you didn’t need him? What had happened in those two weeks for him to go from one side of the spectrum to the other? You wanted to break down and cry but also to rage and shout, break things like Kylo used. Kylo was missing. You looked up into Phasma’s chrome helmet.

“Kylo and the Knights….”

“I know. General Hux has been working day and night. I swear that man doesn’t sleep.” Maybe he was just exhausted, that’s why he was acting the way he was?

—

You could feel it, the first prickle of awareness as the familiar touch of your heat licked through your body like a smouldering fire. The warmth blossomed inside you and you knew you had to take your suppressants before they became useless. Hux didn’t want you, he’d made it perfectly clear by his absolute avoidance the last few weeks. You had scented him round corners only to find him nowhere in sight leaving you with crushing disappointment every time. You hated these feelings that had awoken in you, an intensity that Kylo never had been able to pull from you but this Alpha had, with ease.

A knock on the door had you getting up with a sigh, welcoming the distraction from your thoughts. The door whooshed open and you came face to face with your own reflection in Phasma’s bright chrome armour.

“Come on. You’ve been requested,” she emphasised but you weren’t concentrating on her words. Your pupils had blown wide at the spicy, earthy scent that lingered on her, it was just a whiff but you’d recognise it anywhere.

“Are you taking me to the General?” You could feel her hidden gaze assess you and when she spoke next, you could tell she was smirking.

“Of sorts. Let’s go.” You obediently followed, noticing for the first time the troopers that fell into step behind and you tried to make your brain work but your heat was making it difficult for you to concentrate. She led you through the Finalizer to the main hangar where troopers were standing to attention at the base of the ramp of the Command Shuttle. His scent permeated the air around you, almost eviscerating you with its intensity and you felt the surge of your heat reach the very tips of your toes.

“I haven’t had my suppressants!” You gasped coming to a stop which resulted in the troopers coming to an abrupt stop around you.

“I’m sure he’ll manage, get on the shuttle,” demanded Phasma in a low voice, her helmet just millimetres from your face leaving you no choice but to walk up the ramp.

You were shoved into a seat, a trooper standing next to you as a guard. You couldn’t help scenting him, the undertones of a rich musk and leathery smell did nothing to dilute the tone of the General. Beta scents were so much weaker than an Alpha and they were said to calm an Omega at the beginning of their heat but you began to sweat in your seat. You felt like you were trapped between a ferocious wind and the mellowness of water, one whipped you up into a frenzy and the other trickled down your back trying to calm you. You looked for Hux, hoping to catch just a glimpse of him in the cockpit but all you could see were the backs of the pilots, he was on board though.

The ride was short, a quick burst through lightspeed breaking free of the smudged lights to erupt just before the Supremacy. You had never been anywhere except the Finalizer, Kylo choosing to keep you hidden and safe which you had just accepted, forever grateful for him taking you from that awful place. You knew who resided on this ship, the main ship of the First Order, the ship of the Supreme Leader. That thought alone curbed the desire that unfurled in your gut, turning it to heavy dread.

Your nerves heightened as you docked, the trooper heaved you out of your seat and down the opening ramp before you could even ask what was happening. You tried to jerk out of his grip but he tightened his hold, bringing you to a stop in the immense hangar. Your gaze was pulled to the massive transport ships, the rows and rows of TIE fighters all sitting smartly in their bays. Walkers and AT-ATs all solemnly stood at the sides, ready to be filled with troopers at a moments notice. Sometimes you forget, lost in your little bubble, what an extensive war machine the First Order really was. Devouring worlds, conquering races and owning whatever they touched.

You barely noticed Hux stride past you, dressed in all his General finary to which the troopers responded accordingly. The captains saluting while the rest stood to rigid attention no doubt watching you both head towards the turbo lift. It didn’t need sign posts, you knew exactly where this lift went and panic clouded your mind. Your gaze fell to Hux as you were shoved past the open door, his gloved hand staying the trooper and suddenly it was just you and him alone. Silence descended, your hand twisted nervously as you built up the courage to speak but the ride wasn’t long. You jumped when the door slid open, Hux’s green eyes meeting yours just for a moment before he looked away and headed into the throne room.

You had no choice but to follow, your steps stiff and uneven as fear travelled down your legs. Everything was red and black, the drapes dripping down the walls like sheets of blood. You liked red but something about this shade had you almost cowering, the sense of danger deep and oppressive as you trailed after Hux.

“General Hux.” That voice… it sent a trickle of ice down your spine, slithering over your skin and making goosebumps rupture over you. “Is this her?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.” You remembered that Phasma had said you were requested but not by who.

“Come here child,” you tried not to look up from the floor, your terrified face reflected in the shiny tiles but the closer you got the more you could see. His reflection was stretched out, his clawed hand reaching for you so you threw yourself on the floor at the bottom of the stairs not caring how you looked. This was the Supreme Leader of the First Order and he demanded respect. “Get up. You don’t need to stand on ceremony here, my girl.” Your stomach flipped at the softened tone in his voice. He almost sounded endearing but you knew differently. You wanted to close your eyes, something told you not to look at his face but you couldn’t help yourself. His eyes were small but observant, boring deep into your soul as though he could see more about you than even you knew. Your feet moved, stepping up each one slowly but surely until his hand wrapped around your upper arm. A soft gasp left you at the strength in his frail form, his clammy grip sweating onto your skin and it took all of your control not to be repulsed.

He scented your neck, pulling you close and breathing you in with a satisfied sigh before looking over your shoulder to Hux.

“She smells divine, I can see why she is so irresistible to you,” he rumbled softly. “Kylo Ren did well to keep her hidden for so long. Alas, his failure means he loses more than my good graces.” You wanted to look for Hux to seek reassurance but he was directly behind you making it impossible. Snoke pulled you even closer leaving you no choice but to climb into his bony lap, his arm wrapping around and cradling you to him. “What news?”

“Nothing yet Supreme Leader, we are still searching for the Night Buzzard. A lead is being followed as we speak in the old Stygian Caldera.”

“Hmmmm, interesting. I had no idea she would lead them on such a pointless endeavour.” Your eyes were fixed on a point behind a red praetorian guard, trying to block out the fact you were sitting on the lap of the most dangerous man in the Galaxy. “Nonetheless, he is alive and that is all I care about.” You felt him shift, leaning back into his throne and pulling you into his chest, his long fingers stroking your head in what he must have thought was a comforting manner. “Now we must decide what to do with this Omega,” he murmured.

“Supreme Leader if I may suggest….”

“Silence!” His yell cut across Hux and your entire body began to tremble. “I see what is truly on your mind General, your suggestion to send her back to her previous life is not something you want. Is it?”

“No,” Hux confessed sullenly.

“So be it. You can have her, bond with her or I will kill her. And when Kylo Ren returns he will see what his failure has cost him.” A shriek left you when Snoke released you, dumping you onto the floor so you rolled down the steps that led to his throne. Your face smacked heavily into the floor, blood erupting in your mouth and you groaned, hugging your midriff. “Claim what is yours, General,” his tone was now silky, sounded pleased with himself as he watched Hux approach you. His boots stopped near your head but he made no effort to help you up, almost looking down at you with disgust.

“Get up Omega, let’s go.” Your gaze slid over Hux, not wanting to see the new hatred in his eyes. His scent was overwhelming, wafting from the folds of his greatcoat with a new found sharpness you hadn’t scented before. It left a bitter note in your mouth, making you feel even more on edge.

“Until next time, Omega.” You tried to bow, hiding the wince as you backed away from the tall man on the throne. “Until next time…” his voice seemed to follow you into the lift, his soft chuckle ringing in your ears long after the door had closed. Hux reached for you but you flinched at the sudden movement, watching his hand fall uselessly back to his side.

“I had no idea he was going to use you as punishment against Ren.”

“And yet I am the one being punished,” as you spoke his scent filled your mouth, lodging in your throat making it feel dry and constricted. Your forgotten heat, coming back with a new vengeance making you stumble in the tiny space. “I need my suppressants!”

Ever since being stationed on Star Killer base, true sleep was rare. Any time you laid down to rest, you would feel a tugging sensation in your mind, this compulsory need to get up and go… somewhere. You weren’t sure where it was, and a few times you had entertained the feeling, getting up and wiggling into a pair of lounge pants and your issued cold weather jacket, you would leave the small closet sized bedroom you were assigned, tiptoe through the common areas you shared with your fellow mechanics. You walked down the halls quietly in the dead of night, moving through the base quickly until you got to the doors leading outside into the frozen wasteland known as Ilum. Whoever’s bright idea it was to put this base on a giant chunk of frozen ice should have been sucker punched in your honest opinion. Even just standing in the halls near one of the man exits had small shivers escaping you, clouds of fog escaping your lips with every breath.

So, possessing a sound enough mind to not attempt to go out into the constant blizzards of Ilum, you would always return to your bed, fitfully tossing and turning until your alarm went off. A quick trip to the mess hall for the biggest cup of caf you could find helped the first few nights, but after that you found yourself needing to report to your unit’s medical officer to request some type of sleep aid. The first time the young doctor had smiled understandingly, handing over some tea packets and giving some generic advice about not being on your holopad before bed, a few breath exercises, and even recommending a few podcasts he listened to with sounding sounds and meditation guides. The second time when you walked in with more bags under your eyes than actual eyelids, he quickly gave you some medication and requested you to keep a log of when you actually managed to sleep, when you took your meds, all caffeine consumption, and other such relevant activities.

Despite your issues, work pressed on as normal. When you joined the First Order, you had mostly wanted to work on droid repair, but the First Order didn’t care what you wanted, which you understood. You were usually assigned to repair broken equipment around the base, anything from the HVAC systems, to star ship repair, to terminals a certain someone tended to partially slice and partially melt with a certain red sword. You managed to average at least four hours of sleep a night before work, and with your caf consumption climbing to around six cups a day, your heart was not thanking you. Neither were your teeth, considering the amount of sugar and caramel you added to make it palatable.

Today, after eating the bland breakfast of dehydrated eggs and some type of meat or meat substitute that the cooks had pressed into a somewhat sausage like form, you took your 24 oz thermos to the caf stationed, made yourself your typical morning caf with cream and caramel, and dragged yourself to work, mood improving with every sip.

Your captain who oversaw the small group of mechanics you were assigned to as your squad gestured you over the moment you walked in. “We’ve got an issue in the upper levels, holoterminal destroyed, and the droids we’d usually send… also destroyed.”

You paused, “And by destroyed you mean?”

“Commander Ren.” He said regretfully. “But I’m told he stormed off to his ship along with the other knights, so you should get going before they come back.”

You grabbed your tool belt and satchel of equipment, taking out your holopad to review the official work order. Seems a Lieutenant Mitika had placed the work order, having provided temporary access codes so you could get into the area of the damage and get out without an escort. Excellent, you hated an audience when you worked.

However, as the directions took you further and further up the levels of the base, your stomach started to sink. Your suspicions of the location were confirmed when you stopped seeing Storm Troopers guarding the doors and walking the halls. And once you got to a certain door, the very air around you thick with something dangerous and dark, you knew. Commander Ren hadn’t just destroyed any holoterminal, he had destroyed one kept in the Knights of Ren’s quarters.

You took a deep breath, noting the broken bits of droid laying around the door, some pieces still smoldering from where they had been sliced by his famous weapon. Entering the temporary code, and sending a quick message to your friends that you would likely have to work through lunch, you entered, despite every instinct in your body begging you not to.

The living quarters of the most feared men (Women? Humanoids? Droids disguised as humanoids?) on the base and possibly the galaxy were… normal. Much bigger than the ones you and your coworkers shared, the layout was still similar. One large living space and common area with a space for lounging and watching the holonet, a kitchenette, and several doors leading to what you assumed were various bedrooms and refreshers. The furniture was the same muted grey and… other shades of grey that everything on the base was. Near the front of the living area you could see the smoldering and chopped up remains of the holoterminal and inwardly cringed. So much would need to be replaced on it that you might as well just get rid of the debri and order a new one. Still, in order for that to be authorized you would have to write up a thorough report as to why it couldn’t be repaired, so you still need to inspect it.

Still standing in the doorway, you leaned in a bit, giving the room a cursory sweep to see if anyone was around. It seemed empty.

You walked in, trying to make as much noise as possible so as to not sneak up on anyone. You even hummed to yourself a bit as you set down your equipment, taking another long drink of your caf and once again turning on your holopad. You messaged a friend of yours, Bordi, who worked primarily in the Star Ship hangars.

Hey, sry to bother you at work, but is the Night Buzzard still docked or have the KOR taken off?

You opened your satchel, taking out your work gloves and started moving various pieces of debri, trying to locate the central power supply. If that wasn’t broken, you might have a prayer of fixing it.

Your holopad lit up with a notification from Bordi. They took off this morning, why what’s up?

Nothing major, but can you just give me a heads up if they come back? Doing some repairs in their quarters and DO NOT want to be here when they get back.

You could almost feel his sympathy for you in his response. Ick. Yeah sure, sure. You coming out tonight? The crew that got dispatched to The Finalizer is coming back and we were gonna take em out for drinks.

If I’m not dead, sure.

You turned your holopad off, getting down to work for real. You usually didn’t like going out with Bordi to the cantina. Sure, the drinks were cheap, but that many alphas in one place, most under the influence of alcohol? You really didn’t want to be anywhere near that situation. Bordi was the only other omega in your squad, and despite being jealous that he got to work on Star Ships while you were doing boring shit like this, you liked him. During heats, you two had even made nests together and shared them, comforting each other platonically through the rough spots of your heats. So, despite not wanting anything to do with that smelly cantina and dozens of drunk alphas, you would go, if only to keep an eye on Bordi.

You worked diligently, making a neat pile of what couldn’t be salvaged from the broken holoterminal and the broken droids, and scheduled a scrap pick up. The scraper droids came and went, leaving you to take your torch and start patching where you could, thanking the stars themselves that the main power supply hadn’t been damaged. It wasn’t particularly difficult work, but it took a long time.

You had worked straight through lunch, and eventually found yourself opening the maintenance hatch on the side of the terminal, just barely managing to wiggle your head and one arm into the crawlspace to root around to find whatever disconnection was happening to prevent it from turning on. The crawlspace was meant for a small droid, not an adult human, and it was a tight fit as it was.

You could hear your holopad dinging, most likely your boss asking for an update on the situation, or maybe your parents checking in to see how you were doing. Your mom had a habit of sending you a lot of care packages, and messaging you constantly until you received them. Frustrated you could barely reach the wire with the tip of your fingers, the flashlight in your mouth flickering as its battery drained, you kicked out with your foot, barely managing to get enough momentum to inch inside the crawl space just a little more so you could actually plug the wire back.

Finally.

You moved to wiggle back out but quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen without help. Kriff.

You flicked your wrist, turning on your holocom connected to your holopad. “Call Bordi.”

You heard your holopad lighting up, Bordi’s voicing ringing clear from outside the terminal you were stuck under. “Ugh, kriffing finally, I messaged you like ten times.”

“Bordi?” You asked. “I’m kinda uh… stuck, I’m stuck. If you can run up here to pull me out, or send someone, I can tell you the access codes to-”

“Stuck!?” Bordi’s voice hissed. “I messaged you already, the Knight’s docked!”

“Dank Farrik.” You snapped. “Can you beat them up here? I know you hate running, but-”

“They left five minutes ago, and they looked tired as hell.” Bordi said, “I’m surprised they’re not there-”

You heard footsteps thumping down the hallway outside and almost wished you could pull your torso and legs into the crawlspace too. “End call.”

Your holopad turned off, Bordi’s voice disappearing. You stayed still as possible as you heard the door open, many pairs of heavily armored feet thumping on the ground as they walked into their living quarters, and every single one of them coming to a stop as they saw you, head and shoulders stuck under their holoterminal.

There was a loaded silence for a moment, before one lone male voice broke through it. “Well,  this isn’t the worst thing I’ve walked in on.”

You heard a few chuckles, and you built your courage up enough to manage to speak. “Uh, hello. I was sent here to fix this terminal and uh… I think I did.”

“You think you did?” A gruff, unfriendly voice snapped.

“I mean, I can check but… I need a… a little pull.” You admitted, your fear and embarrassment mixing in a very unpleasant way. “If someone were to uh, just give my legs a tug, or maybe just call maintenance-”

You yelped as two hands wrapped around each of your ankles, yanking you harshly and actually managing to free you from the crawlspace. Coming out, you expected to see the masked faces of the Knights of Ren, but instead, you saw six very human, and very attractive faces. The second thing you noticed was the smell. Thick, heavy, and unmistakably alpha in a way that beckons you to bare your neck, chirp out an invitation, and roll over to present yourself. You were used to working with alphas that wore scent blockers, but these men smelled like they had never even heard of them. Part of you wondered if their helmets just kept their scent in all day, and when they had taken them off, all that built up alpha smell had rushed out to personally assault your senses.

The one who had pulled you free was crouched over you still, long dark hair falling around his chiseled face, a strong jawline sprouting a short beard, a smirk on his lips as one of his eyebrows was raised, a small scar cutting through the dark hair of his left eyebrow.

You blanked for a moment, not sure what to do or say, until you remembered: you were sent here on a work order. Stuttering out a thanks, you turned your back to the six alphas (your instincts screaming at you to please not do that) and fiddled with the controls to the terminal, a sigh of relief escaping you when the blue light flickered on, displaying a news station that First Order allowed to play on it’s channel.

“Looks like it works.” You said, trying to pretend you weren’t terrified as you gathered your tools and tossed them into your satchel, stripping your gloves off to toss them in as well. “You might notice it getting slightly warmer, the cover for it was unsalvageable, so I’ll put in a request for one as soon as I get back. Until then, just don’t leave it on overnight, and don’t put anything flammable on it. Call if it breaks again.”

You stood, waving a farewell and moving to leave the room until you heard a loud slurping noise. Turning to look, one of the knights, judging by the helmet in his lap, Vicrul, was sitting on the couch, your tumblr in his hand, helping himself to the last of your caf.

You stood there awkwardly for a moment as he polished it off, managing to slurp up the last of the caramel at the bottom of the cup. “Not bad, but I gotta say, is there much point in even adding the caf? Might as well just scoop some ice cream in it, it’s practically a milkshake already.”

He tossed the now empty tumbler back to you, and you managed to catch it, throwing a, “Thanks!” over your shoulder as you booked it out of the room and down the corridor, not looking back.

The walk back to your living quarters took forever, as did the shower in your shared refresher where you scrubbed every bit of muck and grime off your body that a full day of repairs had left on your skin.

It wasn’t until later when Bordi came into your room, knocking politely and grinning ear to ear, “Hey, you’re alive!”

You grunted in acknowledgment, finishing up the request for a new terminal cover for the Knights.

“So… drinks?” He asked casually.