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From Fear To Fury

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Amidst the smell of oil, grease and hot metal, Rey could clearly scent an Alpha. She stopped her work on the undercarriage of a stolen BMW and scooted further underneath the car, hoping that they wouldn’t detect her in return.

She hated Alpha’s, their aggressive entitlement and arrogant superiority twisted her stomach and always left a sour tang in her mouth. 

She avoided them at all costs. 

They really did seem to think they were the god’s gift, like anyone should be happy and honoured if they so much as looked at them, and should be panting at their feet if they wanted them. 

Not her, she’d rather fucking die.

The sort of Alpha that turned up here, at Unkar’s chop shop, were not the sort that would take no for an answer… although, that was true of most Alpha’s in her experience. 

So she lay still and silent, counting the seconds as they passed slowly by, until the sound of heavy feet shuffled to a stop by the car.

“Knot-head’s gone, Iti-rā,” Korso rumbled and Rey let out a sigh of relief.

She wriggled out and sat up, grasping Korso’s offered hand to get her to her feet. He was huge for a beta, and he looked out for her a bit, having no love for Alpha’s himself - for some reason, Alpha’s saw his size as some sort of challenge, despite his designation.

“Thanks,” she said as she wiped her forehead on her sleeve, “The usual?”

Korso grimaced, “No, you’re not going to like this, but we’re going to have a double shipment next week.”

Rey groaned, “Fuck.” 

Next week, she would be off for her heat. Unkar hated her having time off as it was, and if there was a double shipment in, he’d dock her pay twice what he normally did, as if he thought she was having a bloody holiday. At this rate, she’d be working off her debt to him for the rest of her life... she was so screwed.

There had been numerous times she had seriously considered skipping out and leaving for good, but if you didn’t have somewhere safe lined up once your heat came around, you were well and truly fucked, literally and figuratively. She had never been brave enough to try it - one thing she liked less than working for Plutt, was the idea of being caught out somewhere unfamiliar when her heat arrived.

Even so, something had to give… it was a gordian knot, she didn’t like the term for obvious reasons, but it was apt. If only she could find some sort of loophole or think creatively, she may find her way out of it... 

It was a problem she had long fretted over, but a workable solution had never revealed itself. Despite the seeming impossibility of it, she still spent the morning racking her brains, turning the problem over and over, looking at it from every angle, until an idea finally came to her... what if she didn’t untangle this knot? What if, like Alexander, she could just cut through it? 

The idea made sweat prickle across her skin and her stomach roil, but perhaps it was worth a shot.

For once, she took her lunch break instead of working through it, and jogged to the parade of shops a few blocks away so she could check out what the charity shops had to offer her.

For her plan to even be put into action, she had to get into The Dark Side, and there was no way she’d be let in there if she turned up in her usual outfit of ripped jeans and a t-shirt. Along with hoodies, that was what her wardrobe consisted of, so she needed something else.

As an unmated omega, she didn’t go out much, she went to work and went food shopping and that was pretty much it. 

That was how she kept safe.

The idea of going to a club, much less this near her heat, was almost terrifying, but it was a whole week away and she was only going there to try and get a meeting with Mr Ren, Plutt’s boss. Hopefully she would be straight in and out, maybe half an hour tops, she’d be fine .

The shop she went to first was run by a woman named Maz. She was tiny and eccentric but very friendly and Rey felt comfortable enough around her to ask for her help.

Maz raised her eyebrows at Rey’s request, (Rey only ever really bought jeans, mens t-shirts, hoodies and books) but led her to a rail of dresses and helped Rey find one in her size. She was a little doubtful about how low the neckline was and how short the skirt but once Maz pointed out she could wear black tights to cover her legs and leave her hair loose to cover her neck, (Maz was an Omega too, so she understood Rey’s concerns) she thought it should be okay.

Even Rey could see that the dress was nice, made of a soft material in navy blue, with long sleeves and a scalloped V neckline. The skirt flared at the waist, which would make walking easy, (Rey hated how tight skirts made women have to take small steps), and the skirt of this would mean she could run easily if she needed to.

The dress was worn, a little bobbled in places but no one would notice that at night or in a dark club.

She thanked Maz profusely as she left and dived into the Pound shop for tights and some boot polish before high-tailing it back to the garage. 

Plutt gave her a suspicious look as she stuffed her purchases into her locker, and for a moment she felt guilt prickle over her skin, as if he somehow knew what she was planning. He worked her like a slave, but he was the only family she could remember.

It wasn’t long before the guilt gave way to resolve though - yes, he had adopted her, but as he liked to say, ‘ nothing in life is free’ and that included his care of her.

No, she was going to do this, and she would be burned before she felt regret over leaving this life behind.

If her plan worked, that is. 

It probably wouldn’t.


Little was known about the enigmatic Mr Ren, or rather, Rey and the people she worked with, knew very little about him. 

All she knew for sure was that he was a ruthless man who ruled over his going concerns with an iron thumb and an unpredictable flash point. 

Rey had no idea where his base of operations was and she wasn’t going to ask Plutt. The only concrete location she knew he frequented, was a club called The Dark Side. She knew this, because she had overheard Plutt complaining to Teedo that Mr. Ren always met him somewhere else and he couldn’t otherwise get into the club. (Mr. Ren never set foot in the garage himself, he always sent underlings if the need arose).


Although it was Monday, Rey decided to try her luck - it seemed unlikely that Mr. Ren would conduct business on a weekend, and this way, even if she was unsuccessful, she could do some reconnaissance which would help her when she next visited.


Before showering, Rey polished her scuffed boots, buffing out as many marks as she could, then relaced them with some black ribbon she had lying around to make them look more feminine.

The black tights were opaque and made her feel a lot happier about how short the skirt of the dress was. She left her hair down as Maz had advised, it felt a little strange and the tickle of it brushing her neck made her slightly jumpy at first but she got used to it.

Rey had very little makeup - there never seemed any point in wearing any to work, but she did have mascara and a copper coloured eyeshadow which she dabbed on with her fingers, finishing with some lip balm that had a slight tint to it. Hopefully it would be enough.

Just prior to leaving, she applied orange oil balsam over her scent glands. It stung and itched but it was a trick Maz had told her about that masked an Omega’s scent. Maz made it herself, adding it to wax so it didn’t melt away when applied to the skin. Rey was never without it now, the balsam and her suppressants were the things she splurged on, the luxuries she relied on to navigate her way through life comfortably and safely. 

She flung on her biker jacket and beanie, took a deep breath and left her tiny apartment. Her other indulgence in life, was her motorbike; she had rebuilt it from scrap and it looked like shit, but it was faster than it appeared and manouved like a dream.

This was when she felt the most free, when everything slipped to the back of her mind and it was just her and the dark night. The sound of the wind and the purr of the engine never failed to put a smile on her face.


Rey parked up around the corner from The Dark Side, taking her beanie off and stowing it inside the seat, before shaking out her hair. She didn’t bother with a helmet, if she crashed she planned on either getting up and walking away or dying because hospital was not an option.

Shoving her hands in her pockets, she nervously walked around to the entrance of the club. There were a few people waiting to go in and she joined the queue, ignoring the scornful stares of the other women, who in her opinion, were dressed like hookers. It was an opinion she kept to herself.

The Alpha bouncer raised a skeptical eyebrow as he looked her over, “Over eighteens only, honey.”

Rey stood her ground and tried not to glare at him as she said evenly, “I’m twenty three, actually.”

She handed him her ID, and once he had peered carefully at her photo and her, he stood back, nodding reluctantly as he tested her ID for authenticity, “All right, little one. Are you on your own?”

“I’m meeting someone inside,” Rey answered truthfully, though she couldn’t see how it was any of his business.

The man grunted and handed her ID back, stepping aside so she could enter and pay her ticket. To her surprise, the beta at the counter told her it was Ladies Night, which meant free entry and a free glass of ‘bubbly’.  

It was dark inside the club, everything was painted black with accents of blood red which made it a little oppressive, though at least some of the walls were mirrored making the space feel less like a cave … but it reeked of Alpha.

For a moment, Rey stumbled to a stop a few paces inside the doors, her senses overwhelmed. The most crowded place she went was the supermarket, where the air was kept cold and filtered.

The conflicting scents made her dizzy and she swayed over to the nearest seat she could see, pulling out a stick of tea tree balm and rubbing it under her nostrils before taking careful shallow breaths.

She looked around, worried someone had noticed, but she couldn’t see anyone staring at her and she carefully breathed a small sigh of relief, then stood and looked about her.

There appeared to be two floors; on the ground floor the bar curved along one wall, there were seating areas raised a few steps above the currently empty dance floor, with two raised podiums with poles. 

As it was still early, the music wasn’t too loud to make conversation and there were groups of people sitting and chatting, others standing or sitting at the bar. 

She assumed that Mr Ren would be in a VIP area or something, but wasn’t sure what that would look like or where that would be, so she skirted around the room to reach the bar, standing as far away from the other patrons as she could as she took off her jacket and set it on a stool next to her.

From her new vantage point she was able to get a better look at the people sitting in the various circular seating areas surrounding the dance floor. It didn’t help much as she wasn’t entirely sure what Mr Ren looked like.

Her eyes were drawn up to the second floor balconies, as she studied them she noticed that the stairs leading to them was manned by a bouncer standing in front of a velvet rope. So it looked like she needed to go upstairs then.

“On the house, sweet thing,” said a voice behind her and she jumped slightly, turning to see a champagne flute being put on a napkin in front of her by a smiling beta.

Rey felt herself blush a little, “Uh, no, thanks - I’m driving,” she explained awkwardly.

The man clicked his tongue, “Too bad!” he glanced down the bar then back at her, “You look like you need something, how about a lemonade instead?”

Rey’s lips twitched a little and she consciously tried to relax her shoulders, “That would lovely, thank you.”

“No problem!” he grabbed a glass and filled it with lemonade, “So, what are you doing here on a Monday night, if you’re not drinking?”

Rey shifted a little uneasily at the questioning, but couldn’t see too much harm in it, “I have a, err, meeting… with Mr. Ren, is he on the second floor?”

The man’s eyebrows lifted and he gave her a careful look as he lowered his voice, “He’s upstairs, but are you sure about that meeting, honey?”

Rey’s mouth went dry and she took a sip of the lemonade before answering, “Unfortunately, yes, I’m sure.”

He frowned but nodded, “You’ll need to finish your drink before you go up and unless you have an appointment, Marek may not let you up anyway.”

Rey took another sip of her drink and nodded, “Thanks.”

The bartender left to go and serve another patron and Rey tried to psych herself up as she finished her drink. This meeting may lead to her freedom from Plutt, or at least a better situation than her current one. She could do this , all she had to do was sound reasonable and not freak out.


She approached the stairs as confidently as she could, breathing shallowly. She had briefly considered lying and saying she had an appointment, but was fairly certain that would be a bad idea. The bouncer looked her over as she approached, his expression unimpressed.

“I need to speak to Mr Ren,” she said as firmly as she could.

The bouncer snorted, “I doubt he needs to speak to you though, shorty. Go back to the bar.”

Rey dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she looked back at him flatly, “I work for Unkar Plutt, Mr Ren will want to see me.”

“Never heard of a Plutt.”

Rey felt like kicking him, she was not going to be put off that easily, “Plutt works for Mr Ren. If you don’t believe me, fine, but just go and tell Mr Ren and if he still doesn't want to see me, I’ll leave.”

He eyed her for a moment, then rolled his eyes and spoke into an ear comm Rey hadn’t noticed, “Hux? I got a girl here asking to speak to Mr Ren about a man named Plutt? Apparently she works for him, and he works for Mr Ren.”

Rey couldn’t hear the reply and the man’s expression didn’t change as he nodded.

“Small, beta,” he answered, leaning closer to inspect her, he shrugged, “Not ugly.”

Anger and embarrassment brought blood to Rey’s cheeks and she folded her arms, willing her face to remain still and not turn into a scowl.

“Yeah, all right,” he signed off and looked at her, “He’ll see you. You need to leave your jacket and phone with me, then head up. Someone will meet you at the top of the stairs, be polite.”

Rey gave up trying not to glare and handed him her jacket, “Phone is in the pocket.”

He checked, nodded and stood aside, undoing the velvet rope for her to pass him. She straightened her spine, took a steadying but not too deep breath, and started up the stairs.



It was a quiet evening at The Dark Side and Kylo had just been catching up on emails, before his meetings started later. Although this wasn’t his main base of operations, this was where he met associates he’d rather keep at arms length. He had a stake in the club and consequently they pandered to his every need.

“There’s a beta downstairs requesting to see you, Mr Ren,” Hux said as he came to stand in front of the table behind which Kylo was sitting.

Kylo looked up at Hux, and raised his eyebrow in question.

Hux shrugged a little, “I don’t recognise her, neither does Marek, but she says she works for Plutt and needs to speak to you.”

Kylo frowned and closed his tablet, “There is no female employee listed on Plutt’s books,” he stood, feeling slightly curious and walked up to the balcony to see.

A girl stood with Marek, her body language tense, she looked out of place in the club, her outfit reserved and finished off with flat army boots. He felt his lips quirk slightly in amusement. 

“Let her up,” he told Hux as he seated himself once more.

Hux nodded and went to meet her at the top of the stairs.


As the girl approached, Kylo studied her further; she was thin, too thin, with a tiny waist and barely there breasts. Her long brown hair was loose and wavy, surrounding a face with wide eyes and a small nose above sweet pink lips.

Her scent was strange, it tickled and itched his nose with the smell of oranges, but underneath that was something delicious, like hot sunshine on bare skin, mint and honey… he felt a thrum of something electric ripple over his skin and he heard her give a tiny gasp before she shook herself a little and came to stop a few feet from him.

This was no beta. 

Why hadn’t anyone else noticed? Now he was aware of the two different scents, it was overwhelmingly obvious, it was mouthwatering.

They were both silent for a moment as they studied each other, but she dropped her eyes quickly.

Hux cleared his throat behind her and her eyes darted back up, “Err, Mr. Ren, thank you for seeing me.”

Kylo nodded, “You wish to talk about Unkar Plutt, Miss-?”

She shifted on her feet, “Miss Sannds.” 

He was interested that she didn’t move any closer to him, or hold out her hand to shake. Hux seemed a little suspicious but he didn’t think he’d worked out that she had somehow covered her scent with another. Scent masking was frowned upon, almost illegal, no legally procurable perfume or the like was sold that could do that.

“I was not aware that Unkar Plutt had a female employee, Miss Sannds,” he flicked his fingers to Hux, indicating he could leave, then gestured for her to sit down.

She perched on the edge of the curved sofa, still several feet away, “My first name is Rey, people often assume it’s a male name.”

Kylo nodded absently, he was more concerned by the fact that Plutt had not informed him he had an omega working for him. An unmated omega.

“You have five minutes to explain why you are here,” he said as he watched her carefully.

Her eyes widened but she gave him a tight nod rather than wasting time protesting.


“I work for Plutt, I owe him,” she bit her lip, “He adopted me when I was five, brought me up, but, well, he kept a note of everything I ever cost him, which I am now working off, but…” she blushed, a hint of anger and resentment made it through the fog of orange, “He continues to increase it over every little thing and if I,” Kylo watched as her hands clenched on her knees, “I just don’t ever see how I can get away from him… so, as you’re his boss, I wondered if you could take on my debt and I’d work for you? I know you don’t do charity, I work hard, I’m one of the best mechanics around and I don’t get into trouble…” she trailed off, sounding miserable and her shoulders sagged in defeat.

Kylo realised he’d been leaning towards her as she spoke and now leaned back, casually spreading his arms along the back of the seats, “And if I were to do this for you, what would be in it for me?”

He kept his voice as casual and disinterested as possible.

Her head came up and for a moment she looked him in the eyes, a startled look on her face as if she hadn’t considered he’d want something in return.

“I… I…” she stuttered, darting her eyes away from his and all over the room, as if looking for inspiration.

Kylo folded his legs in front of him, “I’ll take your debt, if you give me your next three heats.”

Her reaction was not what he had expected. She gasped and shrank away from him, looking utterly terrified, the spike in her scent was unpleasant as she jerked to her feet and backed away, shaking her head.

“No, no, I...” she took a shuddering breath, obviously trying to get herself under control, then shook her head again, “Sorry to have wasted your time.”

And then she was walking swiftly away from him, not quite running but almost, dodging around Hux at the top of the stairs.

Hux looked his way questioningly, wanting to know if he should stop her, but Kylo shook his head, and the redhead made his way over to him instead.

“Find out what you can about her from Plutt, her name is Rey.”

Hux raised a pale eyebrow curiously and Kylo felt the corners of his lips curve very slightly, “She’s an Omega.”

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By the time Rey made it back to her bike, she was hyperventilating. How had he known? No one else seemed to have noticed. But then, no one else smelled like him, it had been almost impossible to keep her wits, being that close to… his scent... it had been almost magnetising, calling to the stupid Omega she kept chained inside her.

She had needed to get out of there, and fast. With some concentrated effort she got her breathing under control enough to get on her bike and ride home, trying to keep her head free of anything else other than traffic and her route.


When her front door shut out the world, she sagged against it. This had been an awful mistake. She had been stupid to think that it may have worked, and now she was worse off because her boss’s boss knew she was an Omega. 

Burn it all.

Rey groaned to herself and stood up straight, slid home her extra deadbolt and went to her kitchen area to boil the kettle for tea.

While it brewed, she took a quick shower, hoping to get rid of the scent of alpha that lingered on her clothes and hair, before falling into bed with her tea.

All she had to do was keep her head down, surely he wouldn’t care about her after she had rudely run away like that. He was a rich man after all, famous, or rather infamous, he wouldn’t care about her, he’d probably forgotten all about her already...

She sighed as she settled down under her duvet, curling herself up as tight as possible; she would just have to work as hard as she could, for as many hours as she was physically able, then maybe she’d be free of Plutt by the time she was forty. 



Unsurprisingly, Rey slept badly. She tossed and turned and awoke early, tangled in her blankets, with a small amount of slick between her legs.

Mortified, she took another quick shower before skipping breakfast and going to the garage. She was the first to arrive, so before she got to work she put the decrepit coffee machine on and checked the phone for messages.

There was only one and it chilled her blood: “Plutt, this is Hux, Mr Ren is seeking information about a female employee of yours, first name Rey. Give me a call back when you get this.”

Without thinking it through, Rey deleted it, then winced - if Plutt didn’t ring back, this Hux would just call again. This just got worse and worse. Plutt would know she was here alone and able to delete the message… she poured herself some coffee and wandered outside to stare unseeing at the BMW she’d been working on yesterday.

Objectively, there wasn’t much she could do about her current situation, other than running away, and things would have to get much worse before she was willing to try that. There was a safe place she went for her heats, but to keep it safe you couldn’t just turn up… what could he possibly want to know though? Unless he was considering taking on her debt?

Rey snorted and shook her head, no, that was just wishful thinking. Either way, standing here brooding was doing no good, so she allowed herself another sigh, then got to work.


It was almost lunchtime when Unkar yelled for her to come see him in his office. Rey swallowed down bile and went, wiping her grubby hands nervously on her jeans. Korso raised an eyebrow at her as she walked past the audi he was stripping, but she just shrugged.

Unkar glared at her over his desk, angry colour high in his flabby face, “Shut the door, girl.”

Rey did so but didn’t sit down in the chair he indicated, just in case she needed to run.

His eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down, “What have you gone and done now?”

Rey worked on keeping her face expressionless as she shook her head, “I haven’t done anything Unkar, been here since 7am.”

His glare intensified, “You need to explain to me why my boss is asking about you.”

Rey allowed some of her worry to show on her face as she continued to feign ignorance, “He what? Why?”

Unkar studied her for a moment then grunted and scratched his lank, thinning hair, “I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you!” 

Rey was proud of her acting skills as she asked in a concerned, subservient voice, “What should we do?”

Unkar sighed and rubbed his face, “I’ll deal with it. For the next few days, keep a low profile. Anyone comes in, you make yourself scarce, don’t be parading around the shops or nothing neither, understand?”

Rey nodded dutifully, “Okay, thanks.”

She managed to refrain from grimacing as he added, “You owe me, this’ll be added to your total. Now get back to work.”


It was subtle, but over the next few days Rey realised she was being followed. It was no one she recognised, it could be anyone, for various reasons, but her gut told her they were something to do with Mr Ren. What if he were keeping tabs on her to find out when her heat started?

The idea both horrified her and made her skin flush with warmth. This was getting dangerous. At least they drove a car, not a bike - hopefully when her time came, she’d lose them and make it to the Safe Heat House alone.

The Safe Heat House, or the S.H.H, was secretly run for Omega’s who, for whatever reason, wished to spend their heat alone, somewhere safe and secure where no Alpha would bother them. There were a few others in the city, all of the locations kept secret. It wasn’t an illegal practice, but like scent masking, it was frowned upon and often the police would shut them down on some other charge, that or once a location became known it would be staked out by knot-heads.


Sunday morning rolled around and Rey knew when she woke up that her heat was almost upon her, earlier than she had expected. Her fevered skin and aching, itching body were already uncomfortable and there was no way she’d last at work.

So she dragged herself out of bed and stuffed her backpack with everything she’d need over the next few days and shot off a text to Unkar, rather than have to listen to him rant over her leaving a day earlier than planned.

At least she could trust him to keep her secret; afterall, it had been him that took her out of school when she presented so he could keep her designation secret and keep a hold of her. She had him to thank that her id didn’t have Omega written on it. 

In some ways, she owed him more than money. 


Normally she would take two taxis to the S.H.H, changing halfway there, as she was never in a fit state to ride home after her heat was through. But a taxi wouldn’t lose her tail and besides, such a change in her routine would make her watchers sit up and take notice.

As she settled gingerly onto her bike, she winced, the saddle pressing against the tender spot between her legs. At least it was raining softly, enough to cool her face but not enough to need her to take it slow. 

The black merc was parked about six cars away, they weren’t even trying to hide now. Despite her state Rey felt her lips curve just the tiniest bit - after the first time she’d noticed them by her home, she hadn’t bothered to try and lose them, but they were in for a surprise now.

Once her bag was firmly on her back with the chest strap tight and her beanie was jammed down as far as it would go, she kicked the bike to life beneath her and sped away from the curb. She watched the merc do the same in her mirror, then sped up even more and started expertly weaving through the other traffic at high speed, losing them behind her. It didn’t stop her checking her mirrors for it every few seconds though.

She breathed a small sigh of relief when she arrived at the S.H.H, pushing her bike as far into the adjoined garage and throwing an old sheet over it before going around the side of the house and knocking on the back door.

Finn opened the door, surprise on his face, “Rey! We weren’t expecting you till this evening.”

He stood aside quickly to let her enter and shut the door behind her.

“I’m sorry, it’s started early…” she bit her lip as she took off her backpack, “And I had a tail. I had to ride over and I’ve hidden my bike in the garage but it may be a good idea to shut the door.”

Finn frowned as he gestured for her to take a seat at the kitchen table as he put the kettle on, “A tail? You mean someone was following you? Do they know?”

Rey grimaced, “I think they work for someone who knows, so it’s probable. I double checked though, I lost them.”

Finn nodded slowly, “Okay, well Poe is still clearing up after the last girl- she only just left, so you’ll have to sit tight for a bit. I’ll just go and close the garage now.”

Rey sent a text to Korso while she waited, asking him to say she was visiting family if any strangers asked about her. That was what Plutt always put it down in the calendar as, and having someone else say the same thing may be useful. Neither Plutt nor Korso knew where she actually was though, no one did, only Maz.


Her phone pinged, it was a message from Korso: 


Already had the Knot-heads in asking after you, Iti-rā. They were pretty pissed at losing you. We gave them nothing. Stay safe and stay hidden. K


If she hadn’t been so close to her heat, some of the tension would have left her body. There would probably be fallout from this, but for now, she was safe.

Finn tried to give her breakfast but she refused, already her stomach was cramping, so she just stuck to water.


The Heat Room was in the basement, it was completely sound proofed and kept cool at all times. There was a fridge freezer, a small shower, a sink and a loo. There was a mattress on the floor with a plastic cover under the sheet, plus a large pile of blankets and that was it, but that was all you needed really.

Rey had never asked how other Omega’s dealt with their heats, but over the years she had found that a cocktail of diphenhydramine, valium and amitriptyline, along with marijuana worked for her. She tired to stay passed out as much as she possibly could, when she was awake she used ice packs, cold showers and a vibrator if she really had to, but ideally she liked to be as comatose as possible.

If she needed food she had energy bars until it was over, after which Finn and Poe always provided a large meal before she left for home. They were able to supply the marijuana as well, it was a full service for a nominal fee. The S.H.Hs’ stayed afloat mostly by anonymous donations, and by the kind, caring betas who ran them. 


Her cramps were just becoming unbearable when Poe emerged, a large plastic bag of soiled bedding in hand.

Rey barely greeted him before she was heading down to the basement, happy to hear the snick of the lock at the top of the stairs behind her. At the bottom of the stairs was another door, this one could only be locked from the inside with three deadbolts for extra piece of mind.

Once in, Rey stripped down to her already slick panties and vest top and arranged her things around the side of the mattress within easy reach.

She had fully charged her mp3 player and power bank and pressed the ear buds firmly into her ears. Heavy metal was the best thing to drown out the noises she made - she hated the sounds she produced when in heat and anything she could do to lessen it helped. 

She started with Five Finger Death Punch, as she swallowed her first dose of meds then rolled and lit a joint, ignoring her body as much as was humanly possible before the meds kicked in. The weed helped with the tension and cramps and she knew how much she could take before whiteying - throwing up on top of heat symptoms sucked ubelievably hard.

Rey put all thoughts of anything other than the music, out of her head and settled down for the duration.



For some reason, Kylo had been unable to keep the little Omega out of his head, the memory of her scent curled through his mind, refusing to leave him in peace.

He now knew more about her, from Plutt and the men he had watching her. Despite her reaction to his offer of sharing her heat, he was confident that when her next one came and he knocked on her door, she would change her mind. It would just a waiting game.

So he was more than furious when he was informed she had given her tail the slip and disappeared. His men reported that Plutt confirmed she would be absent from work for the next five days, but had no idea where she would be, none of the other employees had been any help and the information he’d gathered from those that had been keeping an eye on her led him to believe she didn’t have any male friends who she may be staying with, or any other friends really.

Yet he refused to be thwarted, Plutt had given him her mobile number and he had Finch working on hacking it now. He may have to punish her for causing him so much trouble, but he’d get a hold of her. He could feel the beginnings of his rut tense his muscles just thinking about having her.

He had had a few Omegas over the years, but most liked to be mated and cared for and he wasn’t interested in settling down with anyone. The age of consent and marriage laws for an Omega was 14, so most were taken at a young age, unmated ones were rare.

Rare and delicious.


It was four hours after she had disappeared that they got a location. Google maps indicated that it was just a private house, a middle class part of town, quiet. Could this mean she had an Alpha already?

He felt jealous anger ripple across his skin, he wasn’t above swooping in and stealing her away. He and Hux took a car, with a few guys in another for backup in case they were stepping into something more.

The house was nondescript, a detached two story with a new mini parked in front of the garage. It made him think of Betas, and when he and the others got out and made their way up the path, there was no trace of Alpha, apart from him and the men with him.

And he could smell her, it was very faint and fading but he was certain he could, so he, Hux, Marek and Dano followed her scent and the path around the house to the back, while the others stayed at the front.

The back door was locked when Marek tried the handle so he knocked and furtive movement sounded from just behind the door.

“I’ve come to collect my Omega,” Kylo called to whomever was there, “Either you open up or we break it down.”

“We’ve called the police, they’re on the way. I’d suggest leaving now,” a man’s voice answered back.

Kylo sighed and gestured at Marek and Dano, they started to ram their shoulders against the door, but on their second try, it was opened and they found themselves looking down the barrel of a shotgun.

Kylo raised his eyebrows in surprised amusement as he looked at the two betas, “A little overkill surely?” Then he caught a stronger scent of the girl and felt his blood sing, he yanked the barrel of the gun, jerking it to the side and out of their grasp, they never would have used it anyway. “Where’s the girl?”

The taller one shook his head, “There’s no girl here, this is a home invasion and the police are on the way.” The whites of his eyes were showing.

Kylo and the others pushed he and the other man aside, he shivered as he caught layer upon layer of Omega scent, they’d obviously tried to bleach it out but being Beta’s hadn’t been able to tell traces remained. 

Kylo smiled, “And what will they say when I tell them this is a Heat House?” he asked as he looked around the kitchen they were in, filtering the air and making straight for the basement door.

The shorter man scoffed, “You can’t prove that!”

Hux rolled his eyes derisively, “Betas. It’s obvious to any Alpha.”

“You have a choice,” Kylo told them as he studied the locked door, “Either you let me take the girl, and I keep quiet about this house and what you do, or I will take her anyway but also inform the police, post your address on the internet and make sure you cannot set up another one somewhere else. Your choice.”

She has a choice! And her choice is to be left alone! You don’t own her, you haven’t marked her, so she isn’t yours to take,” the shorter man with curly hair grit out angrily, eyes flashing. 

Kylo bared his teeth at them and broke down the door. It took a few tries, but soon it burst open, revealing a dimly lit set of stairs and another door at the bottom. Her scent was strong here and he breathed it in, allowing it to coat the back of his mouth. This time, there was no scent of orange to cover it, it was pure and thick and utterly delectable.

“I’ll go down alone,” Kylo threw over his shoulder as he descended, barely aware of any response.

The second door was tougher but now his rut was coiling in his muscles and sinews, it splintered and broke open straight away.

He staggered as the overwhelming scent hit him like a wave, yet it didn’t smell quite right, there was a haze of smoke in the air and he caught the scent of weed... but there was something very wrong with the nearly naked girl lying on a mattress on the floor.

She was unconscious, her hips jerked slightly but she made no other movement, there were medication packets strewn about by her head. He felt his hackles raise as his rut, his need to knot, dissolved while his Alpha need to protect an Omega flared to life.

He hurriedly knelt next to her, tried to shake her awake but her limp limbs and head just lolled bonelessly with the movement. She was completely unresponsive.

“What have you done?” he muttered frantically as he checked her pulse. It was too slow, her breathing was too shallow. He needed to get her out of here.

He pulled off his long wool coat, wrapping her carefully in it, cocooning her in his scent and before he went upstairs he licked over her scent glands, covering her in his scent even more. While he trusted his men, most of them were Alphas too.

Her scent exploded on his palate and he had to pause after he had done it, take a moment to steady himself before he was carrying her unconscious form upstairs.

“What have you done to her?” the taller beta cried as soon as he saw them.

“Did you know she drugged herself? Poisoned? ” he snarled back, utterly livid they would interfere with an Omega like this , yet alone at all.

They looked alarmed, “What do you mean, poisoned? Most of them use weed,” the shorter beta said.

Kylo didn’t have time for their bullshit, “Dano, grab her stuff from downstairs. Leave the drugs though.” He looked at the Betas, “I will be watching you, if you ever do anything like this again, I will kill you both.”

As he turned to leave the way he came, the taller one yelled, “Wait! She’s a virgin!”

His whole body stilled as it flushed, he turned his head slowly to regard the beta who shrank back against the other, as he enunciated, “What did you just say?”

The beta swallowed, “She’s a virgin. She’s... she’s terrified of Alphas cos she was attacked by one when she first presented. He was stopped in time but she is petrified of being knotted.”


This was not turning out the way he’d planned. It didn’t matter, she was his now, he’d take care of her.

“Noted,” he grit out, then left, moving fast, holding her tight against him. He needed to get her back home and safe.

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Although Marek floored it and raced them back to his home, Kylo chafed at how long it took. 

“If you feed her salt water when we’re back that should get her to throw up anything left in her stomach,” Hux offered as he scrolled through his phone, a cloth held against his nose. 

Kylo nodded curtly, “I’d thought of that, but won’t that dehydrate her? The heat will have already done that, I can feel her burning through my coat.”

Hux shrugged, “You’ll just have to feed her as much water as you can when she comes around. The throwing up should wake her. I’ll make sure the fridge is stocked and keep an eye on things while you’re busy.”

“I’ll have my phone on,” Kylo told him, “I’ll check it regularly, any problems, I want to know.”


Once they were back at his house, he took Rey straight to his room and into the ensuite, laying her in the bath while he waited for Hux to mix salt water and bring it up. He stripped down to his jeans, his own body hot.

Feeding her the salt water wasn’t easy, and he had to slap her around the face a little, the Alpha in him cringing as he did so but determined all the same.

She coughed as he fed her, spluttering and raising her head a little on her own, he layered his voice with Alpha command as he rested the rim of the pint glass against her lips again, “ You must drink, Omega.

With a little shiver, she obediently parted her lips and she blindly swallowed, gagging slightly. She drank half before her felt her retch and placed a bowl infront her as she spewed up heave after heave of liquid.

He felt some small measure of relief when she finished, her eyes slid open a little as she tried to sit up on her own.

Now drink this, Omega ,” he gave her a glass of pure, cold water, watching in satisfaction as she drank greedily, stroking sweaty strands of her hair away from her face as he nuzzled the sensitive skin on her neck, unable to stop licking over her scent glands again.

He was pleased when she arched her neck against his mouth, a little whimper passing her lips and he moved his hands to skim down her arms, stroking her scorching skin, raising goosebumps in his wake. A happy rumble sounded in his chest.

Her eyes opened a little more, they were hazel, green and gold, beautiful. A small moan sounded as she looked at him, there was some confusion in her expression but it fled as she curled her knees up against her chest and hissed with obvious pain.

Kylo licked her scent gland again, resisting the urge to bite, to mate her, instead covering it with his tongue and lips.

She gasped, and a shudder passed through her, “Please, Alpha.”

It was whispered, desperate, and he groaned.

“Say it again, Omega.”

Her eyes opened wider and she bit her lip, then, “ Please, Alpha .”

Kylo gathered her into his arms and strode into the bedroom, placing her gently on his queen size before locking his door and placing a chair against it for good measure. 

He pulled his jeans off as they were uncomfortable now, too restrictive, before lying down next to where she was curled up, her breath coming in pants.

“Shhh, little one. I’ll take care of you,” he started running his hands over her body and she slowly uncurled.

Please Alpha, I need …” she trailed off as if she wasn’t sure what it was she needed.

Kylo smiled, his inner Alpha preening as he gazed down at her, “I know what you need, little one.”

Her panties were loose and soaked and came off easily, his mouth watered as he bared her completely, but he realised he couldn’t actually bring himself to knot her, he just couldn’t. It was as uncharacteristic as it was bewildering, this imperative to put her needs and wants above his own.

There were other ways he could help her, he’d told her he’d take care of her, and that is what he would do.

He gently parted her legs and settled between them, then swiped his tongue along her, groaning as her taste flooded his mouth, drenched his senses. She started mewling immediately, hips jerking and he sucked her clit into his mouth as he gently slid a finger inside her. 

Despite her slick she was tight, her greedy muscles clamping down and pulling him in, it was barely a minute before she came, gushing into his mouth, her back arching. He didn’t stop though, determined to make her come, over and over again until she passed out naturally.

It wasn’t long before she was grinding into his mouth, and he added another finger, curling them inside her, giving her what she needed...


As she slept, he went about making a nest in his walk in wardrobe as he was worried she’d panic when she next woke.

She didn’t stir when he removed the sweat soaked vest she was still wearing, her little breasts were perfect, the soft curves and pink nipples made his hands itch, burning to touch her, to press his lips over her pert, delicious nipples, to taste her skin and mark every part of her. He did none of this however, she needed to rest while she could, her small body had the drugs to burn off, besides the hormones currently raging in her blood. She was already too thin, too light in his arms, he found he hated how her ribs showed so much, but that was okay, he would change that.




Rey awoke with a whimper, confused by the dim light and overpowered by the thick, heavy scent of Alpha. She was surrounded by soft things saturated by the scent of Mr. Ren, yet somehow, it smelled good, right somehow. Her heat muddled brain didn’t allow her to think about how this could be, or where she was, all it knew was that her cramps had started up once more and she whined at the swelling pain, turning to curl in on herself to try and mitigate it somehow.

There was a small sound and she looked up to see Mr. Ren on his knees, looking at her carefully in the doorway of wherever she was.

“Do you need help, little one?” his voice was a warm, deep purr. 

It made her pussy clench and she gasped and nodded jerkily, the omega inside her taking the reins for once, “ Please .”

He moved towards her, somehow managing to stalk even though he crawled. His warm hands ran up her bare legs, making her shiver with want as he came to a stop between her parted thighs.

His pale skin almost glowed softly in the low light, his loose hair hid his face as he settled himself before roughly pulling her hips so her pussy rested against his mouth.

Her squeak of shock turned into a moan as his mouth moved on her, licking and sucking her sensitive, swollen flesh. Goosebumps and shivers wracked her body as he slid two fingers inside her, it was shocking but wonderful and soon she was wantonly riding them, almost crying as she came.

She lost herself to sensation, to the beautiful pleasure that bloomed inside her, until she was overwhelmed by it.


The next time she woke she was more lucid, thirsty and afraid. She was also alone. Picking up a blanket, she wrapped herself in it before creeping cautiously out of what looked like a huge cupboard.

She froze when she saw Mr. Ren sitting on a bed, he had loose jogging pants on but no top, his chiseled chest distracted her for a second before he looked up at her and smiled slightly.

As he stood, she flinched, and his smile disappeared, “You must be thirsty,” he held out a bottle of water but frowned when she didn’t take it, “I won’t hurt you, Rey.”  

She swallowed, her lips were cracked with dehydration and her throat was so dry, the sides of it felt like it was trying to stick together, to choke her … she darted forward and snatched the water, retreating back into the cupboard with it.

She hunched in a corner and ripped the lid off, guzzling it as fast as she could, it made her feel a little light-headed but she carried on until it was empty.

When she finished, she looked up to see Mr. Ren kneeling in the doorway again, eyes fixed on her, “You should eat something,” he held out a paper plate with strips of chicken and vegetables. 

Rey’s stomach growled audibly and if she wasn’t already flushed from her heat, she would have blushed.  

Mr. Ren’s lips quirked slightly and he put the plate down, nudging it further towards her before moving away a little.

Hunger won out and she grabbed it, stuffing the food into her mouth, barely chewing before swallowing it down.

A low rumble had her looking up, he had remained where he sat but there was a look of deep satisfaction on his face. Somehow it warmed her insides, the low purr relaxing her tense shoulders.

He continued to watch her eat but she was too hungry to be embarrassed, and when she was done, he handed her another bottle of water.

By this time, she could feel her heat start to rear its head again, and a little fear began to curl its way through her, “I need my medication, do you have it?”

The purr cut off and his expression turned almost angry, “No. You don’t need it and what you were taking was dangerous.”

Rey glared at him, ignoring the little voice that lived inside her as it wailed at making her Alpha angry,  “It’s fine, I’ve been using them for years.”

No, ” this time she felt the Alpha command in his words, she shivered. His tone softened slightly, “I will help you through it, without drugs.”

Rey shook her head as she shrank back, holding the blanket tightly against herself, “No, I... I don’t want that, you can’t.”

“Shh,” he crooned hypnotically, “Hush little one, I won’t knot you. Let me take care of you, Omega.”

Rey shivered again as her some of her fear dissipated, her biology betraying her, leaving behind just a yawning chasm of need.




Kylo crawled towards her and gently tugged the blanket away from her body, she only resisted slightly, eyes fixed on his face as she panted lightly. 

He hated how unsure and afraid she was, so he gently pulled her body to him, nuzzling her neck before sucking on her scent gland till she relaxed, sighing softly as she surrendered again. When he was sure her fear had subsided, when the heady scent of her was pure and needy once more, he lay her down and finally latched onto one of her sweet nipples, swiping his tongue around the already bud as his fingers slid between her legs.

Her back arched and her hips started to jerk as she gasped and whimpered, he changed nipples and used his teeth a little, which she seemed to like and he was unable to repress an uncharacteristic grin against her skin as she came.

It was so hard, (he was so hard), ignoring his own need was painful, and in her down time he’d had to jerk off which had been entirely, miserably unsatisfying. Yet he was somehow still able to control himself, simply unable to let himself hurt her, the need to protect his Omega and not frighten her was miraculously overriding his biological urges. So he helped her through it once more, using his fingers, lips, tongue and teeth.

This time, when she passed out, he curled around her, smothering a groan as his body came into contact with hers. Biting his lip as his engorged, throbbing cock touched the slick backs of her thighs through his boxers and he buried his face in the nape of her neck. She murmured sweetly in her sleep, pressing back against him and he wondered if he’d be able to last till the end of her heat… he shook his head slightly to himself, he’d just have to, and perhaps then she’d see that going through her heat with an Alpha wasn’t bad, maybe she would come to him for her next one and he’d be able to knot her. He groaned again, huffing against her neck as he slid his fingers down her stomach, through the small thatch of hair to her soaking pussy as he mouthed at her neck again.

Rey moaned, still half asleep, but her hips began to move, each jerk making contact with his cock and it was at once both wonderful and maddening, ecstasy and agony. 

A small part of his mind pointed out that if he just bit her, she would accept him, even beg for him to fuck her, beg for his knot. His breath hissed out and he moved his mouth away from her neck, instead mouthing at her shoulder, biting that as gently as he could manage.

Hux had a ‘courtesan’ on standby for when Rey’s heat finished, he wouldn’t be able to knot her, but he’d be able to fuck her long and hard and hopefully that would be enough.

It became too much though, the feel of Rey against him, her sweet and heady scent invading his head, the way she moaned even in her sleep, and he regretfully had to slide away. 

A whine of protest left her lips at his absence, and he felt a wave of pleasure over how she needed him, even if it was only her subconscious that knew it.

He settled once more between her legs and she immediately pushed her hips up to meet his mouth; she was learning, yielding to him. 

For now, it was enough.




To Rey’s surprise, her heat didn’t last as long as usual and by the end of it, being near Mr. Ren didn’t frighten her nearly as much as it should have. She was still wary and shy and she was fairly sure he had found that funny but tried to hide it as he had carried her into the ensuite walk-in shower. She wasn’t sure why he’d insisted on carrying her, or why they needed to shower together, yet it had felt almost... nice, being taken care of like that.

At least he had let her dress on her own, leaving her in the bathroom with her backpack haphazardly stuffed full of her things.

And that made reality crash through the bubble she had been existing in. How the fuck was she here? Where was here exactly and what the hell had happened? Were Finn and Poe okay?

She pulled on her jeans and tshirt, wincing at the brush of fabric on her still sensitive skin, anger and fear crackling through her. Her phone was dead, probably due to lack of charging other than something more sinister, but it made her feel even more anxious about her situation.

For a few moments she stalled, unsure what would happen when she left the bathroom, half of her was afraid he wouldn’t let her leave… but then, he hadn’t knotted her, he’d done other things to her and she was vaguely cognizant that she had asked him to, but he hadn’t done that.

So what the hell was this? She shook her head at herself, then shut her bag and put it on, the sooner she could get out of here, the better.


To her relief, she found Mr. Ren was fully dressed. He was scrolling through his phone but put it down when she stepped out of the bathroom as she hovered by the door.

“There is something I would like to discuss with you, Rey,” his tone was serious. Rey didn’t respond and he carried on, “What you did, what you’ve been doing, is dangerous. It’s a miracle you haven’t died or been seriously ill from the drugs you take. You will not do that again.”

Like it was any of his fucking business! Rey glared at him and he looked a little surprised, “How am I here? Why?”

He stood and walked towards her, brows drawn down, “That doesn’t matter now, don’t you see that I can take care of you? That I won’t hurt you? I want you to spend your heats with me, somewhere safe and I want you to see my doctor, to make sure you haven’t damaged your liver or kidneys.”

Confusion overcame her anger, her experience of Alpha’s was limited but this wasn’t the behaviour she expected from one. Even so… “I’m fine on my own.”

Mr. Ren made a frustrated noise, “No, you’re not. What if you O.D? Those betas at the house you were in wouldn’t know until it was too late. You can trust me Rey,” his voice lowered, it’s timbre seeming to vibrate through her body, “I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to.” 

He moved his arm up as if to stroke her cheek but she flinched away from him, “You had me followed. You basically kidnapped me, why would I trust you?”

A flash of pain rippled across his face, “Have I hurt you?” he kept stepping towards her until her back was against the wall and she had nowhere else to go, “Did I do anything else other than take care of you?” his voice deepened again, “There are so many things I could have done to you, Omega, yet all I did was give you the relief and pleasure you needed.” 

Rey felt her pulse quicken and her breath hitch as a shiver went down her spine, she looked away from him, “Why?” she asked suspiciously, “What’s in it for you?”

He sighed as if she were being unreasonable, “I get to spend time with an Omega, I get to know that you aren’t out there alone, risking your life.”

Part of her wanted to believe him, the stupid, weak, Omega part; the rest of her told her that this was bullshit and reminded her that he was a fucking crime lord.

“If you want me to trust you, tell me the truth - how did you find me? Did you hurt Finn or Poe?”

He stepped back, a sneer on his face as he said, “The betas? No, I didn’t hurt them. I tracked your phone.”

She’d need a new phone then, “What did you do with my motorbike?”

“Nothing, I didn’t see it when we found you,” he was frowning again.

Rey nodded and stepped around him, she needed to get out of here, hopefully find a taxi.

“Where are you going?” 

A huge, warm hand caught her arm, she stopped but didn’t look at him, “Home.”

“You should eat before you go, then I can get my driver to take you.”

Rey shook her head, ignoring her empty stomach, how her muscles trembled and how light her head felt, “I’m fine, I’ll take a cab.”

He made another frustrated noise, fingers tightening on her arm, but then sighed and let it go, “Fine, but Mitaka will take you… he’s a beta.”

Her arm felt cold without his hand on it. She decided there wasn’t anything wrong with getting a lift, she’d get home quicker and save money, “Okay.”

He nodded unhappily and led her out of the bedroom, the house turned out to be large, the downstairs was set up more like a hotel lobby, sofas by the doors occupied by Alphas, obviously guards.

There was also a beautiful woman sitting on a chair chatting to a small nervous looking beta. They both looked up as Rey and Kylo neared, the woman giving Kylo a very warm smile as she stood.

“Mitaka, take Rey home,” Mr. Ren told the beta, then turned on his heel and left, the woman following him. 

Rey knew a hooker when she saw one. She was disturbed to feel something akin to jealousy twist her stomach, but was distracted by the beta, Mitaka, clearing his throat.

“If you’ll come with me, miss.”

Rey hunched in on herself as she passed the other Alphas, keeping her eyes on Mitaka’s back. Unlike Mr Ren, their scent made her feel nauseous and she was glad to get outside and breathe clean air again.

Mitaka led her to an audi parked on the circular drive, and oddly held open the back door for her.

To her relief, he didn’t try to make small talk, and she lost herself in the thoughts churning inside her head, not really paying any attention to where they were.  


The first thing she did when she got home was plug her phone in and the next was stuff herself full of all the available food. That mainly constituted cereal, toast and apples - she needed to go shopping, but almost immediately fell asleep instead.

It was dark when she woke and found her phone up and running again with loads of missed calls and frantic messages from Finn.

Rey bit her lip guiltily and called him.

“Oh my god, Rey! Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Where are you?”

“It’s okay, Finn, I’m okay. I’m at home. Are you and Poe okay? What happened? He didn’t tell me.”

He heaved a sigh at the end of the phone but he still sounded worried, “I’m so sorry we didn’t keep you safe, Rey.”

“It’s not your fault, Finn. I’m sorry I exposed the S.H.H, he tracked my phone, it didn’t occur to me that he could do that.”

“Don’t worry honey, I’m just glad you’re okay… you sure he didn't hurt you? You know you can tell me.”

Rey took a breath and shook her head even though he couldn’t see her, “He didn’t… he didn’t knot me. I don’t know why, but he didn’t.”

She heard Finn let out a breath of his own, as if he’d been holding it, “Okay, that’s good… We’ve still got your bike here, did you want Poe to ride it over for you? He can probably hotwire it or something.”

Rey snorted, “No he can’t. I’ll come get it this evening if that's okay with you?”

“It would be good to see you, honey. Real good. We’ll be in.”

“Thanks, Finn, see you in a bit.”

“You too.”

She hung up and stretched, then took a shower in an attempt to get as much of Mr. Ren’s scent off her as possible. His scent lingered, despite her best efforts, but it lessened it at least and the fresh clothes helped too. Everything that was made of a washable material went in the washing machine, including her backpack.

After finding a clean beanie and wrapping herself up against the cold, she ventured out and caught the bus to the S.H.H, though perhaps she should stop calling it that. Why had Mr. Ren done this? He hadn’t explained that to her, though undoubtedly it would be down to the over entitlement that any Alpha felt over an Omega. 

Fucking knot-heads.

Finn enveloped her in a hug as soon as he opened the door, Poe following suit before holding her at arms length and studying her minutely. 

“I wasn’t lying, I’m okay,” she told them, “Did he do any damage? Did he hurt you?”

They filled her in on what had happened, by the time they were done she felt sick with guilt. “I’m so, so sorry, let me pay for the damaged doors at least.”

Finn shook his head, “It’s fine honey, this happens sometimes, we have someone organising another house somewhere else, it should be set up in a few weeks, don’t you worry.”

Rey sighed but nodded, then yawned hugely.

Poe chuckled, “Looks like you need to rest more, sweetheart. Off you go while you’re still safe to ride.”

They hugged goodbye, the uncomplicated smell of beta comforting, before she rode home through the cold night. She was shivering, teeth chattering by the time she got home and she crawled into bed straight away, snuggling under her duvet and blankets.

Her mind didn’t allow her to go straight to sleep though, ever since Finn had told their end of what had happened, her mind had been roiling with conflicting emotions. It was bewildering, she knew she wasn’t pretty, the only interest from men she garnered occured if they knew she was an Omega, and a man of Kylo’s influence could surely find a willing Omega if he wanted to, so why her? And why had he been so angry over the way she dealt with her heat?

She had so many questions, ones that would likely never be answered and thinking about them wouldn’t help her sleep, so she resolutely pushed everything from her mind.

Sleep was still a long time in coming, she found she missed the warmth of another body and when she finally slid into slumber, her dreams were full of Mr. Ren.

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Kylo’s Alpha didn't want to let Rey go, it railed against her leaving him, attempted to arrest his movement and stop him from walking away from her, snarling furiously inside his head as it tried to take over, ordering him to take her, mate her, make her his permanently.

But he wasn’t an animal, not all the time anyway, and he let her go.

For now.


Oola was beautiful and highly skilled, while she couldn’t take a knot she specialised in Alphas, in knot massage and relief. Yet though he had spent hours fucking her, Kylo was still left wanting.

He almost hadn’t wanted to even touch her, Rey’s delicious scent was strong, her intoxicating cocktail of sunshine, mint and honey clinging to his skin and clothing, despite having taken Oola to the spare bedroom furthest from his own. But his body was wound so painfully tight - he knew the slightest thing would make him snap and he needed to be in control. So he wrestled his Alpha down, wilfully banishing it to the back of his mind where it belonged.

Regardless of all her skills, his time with Oola left him dissatisfied and hollow, a sour taste in his mouth and a lingering feeling of emptiness.

His earlier conviction that Rey would be amenable to spending her heats with him, turned out to have been jumping the gun a bit. He couldn’t deny that even part of his rational self truly regretted not biting her.


Perhaps it was finally time he found an Omega of his own, yet as he tried to decide on what his ideal one would be like, the picture in his head kept morphing into Rey.

He gave up thinking and went and found Hux, in the hope that taking care of business would take his mind off her. 


Once he and Hux had covered what he’d missed, he looked into Unkar Plutt more closely. The idea of Rey working in such an environment everyday disturbed him more than it should. It made him remember why they had first met, her request that he take on her debt so she could leave Plutt. 

He could offer her a job with him, but he was fairly sure she wouldn’t want to be around so many Alphas... his father however, ran a garage across town, they hadn’t spoken in years, yet to his surprise, he found that for Rey, he would at least try.


Unkar didn’t question Rey over being back a day earlier than expected, only grunted at her and shoved a clipboard into her hands.

It was a relief to be back at work, Unkar was the worst, but she did love cars and mechanics, even if what they mostly did was strip cars down here.

Korso greeted her, patting her on her back with a massive hand, “Good to see you, Iti-rā. You look well, not as worn as usual.”

Rey felt herself blush as she shrugged, “Good to see you too. Any trouble while I was gone?”
“Apart from the knot-heads?” he chuckled, “No, just work, work, work. But why the blushing?”

Rey rolled her eyes at him, “You know I don’t like talking about it.”

He patted her again, “Of course, Iti-rā,” and he lumbered away, leaving her to the Jag she had the dubious pleasure of reducing to parts.


For the next few days, life returned to normal. Rey worked a twelve hour day. Unkar was grumpy and mean. Korso somehow made her smile, Teedo made her want to throw a wrench at his face and the other employees mostly ignored her.

This was her life, she would have to learn to accept it. After all, it could be worse - whatever Unkar’s faults, he had hidden her designation from the authorities. If he hadn’t, she would probably have been mated at fourteen. 

She was lucky.

She was, and one day she hoped she would actually feel that way.

And if her thoughts strayed to Mr Ren, not constantly, not a lot, not really , but... she’d remember his scent at random moments, she’d shiver over the memory of his unique blend of ginger, warm amber, something akin to woodsmoke and chai, and underlying it all, the unmistakable scent of an oncoming storm. 

It had filled up her head till nothing else remained, unable to escape it, no matter how many candles she burned or tea tree she inhaled. When asleep, she’d dream about his large hands on her body, about his wicked, sensual lips, what he had done to her, how it had felt. She’d miss the heat of him protectively curled around her, or how dark and soft his eyes could be before switching to hot and mesmerising… 

It was stupid and foolish and of course her Omega was to blame for all of it - there was nothing rational or true behind these insufferable feelings, it was just cursed biology… but it was hard to ignore all the same.

Still, this too would pass, eventually, anyway. 

She hoped.


As she was sitting at home one evening, programming a new phone as she was uncomfortable knowing that Mr Ren had been able to track her, her old phone rang.

It was an unknown number, so she ignored it and carried on with what she was doing but when she noticed a voicemail alert from the same number, her curiosity won over.

Hi, this is Han Solo of Solo Motors, I’m calling for a Rey Sannds? I’ve had a mechanic spot free up and you were recommended. Give me a call back when you get this and we can organise an interview if you’re interested.’   

For a moment, Rey felt giddy with excitement, but disbelief and suspicion quickly overrode those feelings as she thought it through, - how would the owner of Solo motors have even heard of her? How would he have got her number? She wasn’t listed anywhere as looking for work, Unkar would have had apoplexy if she ever did that and Solo Motors was on the other side of the city, she only knew of it by reputation and it was a much more wholesome one than Plutt’s Garage.  

So this was a prank or something more sinister, either way, she didn’t ring back.


The next day at work, as she and Korso were discussing how far you could actually throw Teedo verses how much you could trust him, the scent of Alpha caught Rey’s nose.

Shit , knot-head,” Rey muttered at Korso as she shoved her mug of coffee into his large hand and rushed around the opposite side of the merc they’d been leaning on, hunkering down and straining her ears for any movement.

The office door slammed open and Rey flinched as Unkar bellowed, “Girl!”

She could scent the Alpha more clearly now, he was outside, or rather, they were outside with Unkar, what the hell was he playing at? Fear replaced her irritation - had he finally become sick of her? She swallowed bile as she glanced at the top of the eight foot razor wire topped fence that rose beyond the garage buildings, she didn’t know if she’d make it over before they caught her and if she did, she’d be unlikely to escape injury. 

“She ain't’ here, Unkar,” Korson rumbled, “Popped out, might be a while.”

Her skin prickled and started to get hot as her pulse jumped in her throat.

“Miss Sannds, please come out, we wish you no harm.”

The voice was vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place it. There was the sound of boots crunching on pitted concrete and she started to crawl around the merc so she was closer to the fence.

“Ukar, she-” Korso started, but was interrupted.

“Shut it, Korso, you’re skating on thin ice as it is!”

That was when Rey noticed another Alpha, he had approached downwind of her, while she’d been distracted. He made a calming motion with his hands, as if he weren’t threatening, as if he weren’t a predator. 

It had the opposite effect, Rey sprang to her feet, darting away from him towards the other side of the garage.

The shouts that followed her were ignored, unheard, as her sole focus was taken up with getting away. She had no plan, no idea where she would go or how she would get there, all that mattered was remaining free. 

She was halfway up the fence when they caught her, her boots weren’t good for climbing and made gaining purchase on the chainlink difficult. 

A terrified shriek ripped from her throat as she felt her legs grabbed, kicking out as she was dragged away from the fence.

“Calm dow- ow!

Rey redoubled her efforts until someone's hand found her neck and squeezed, putting pressure on her glands Her body lost its fight or flight instinct and she went suddenly limp.  

Someone held onto her as someone else brushed strands of hair away from her face and she blinked up at Mr Ren’s man, Hux.

“We are just here to speak with you, nothing more,” his voice was oddly gentle and he nodded and let go of her neck.

“Get your hands off her!” 

There was the sound of flesh meeting flesh as Korso tried to get to her. 

“Shut him up or knock him out, Marek,” Hux’s tone lost its gentleness as his lip curled in disgust, “Beta’s should know their place.”

Rey summoned a glare, “Don’t hurt him!”

Hux looked back at her and raised his eyebrows slightly, “If you can get him to behave, we won’t have to.”

With a shake, she shrugged away from whomever had been holding onto her to look at where Korso was trying to get past a similar sized Alpha, “Korso, it’s okay, leave it.”

His body paused its movement as he studied her, “You sure, Iti-rā?”

He already looked the worse for wear and Rey felt the sting of guilt.

“I’m sure,” she told him, even though she wasn’t.

A sigh gusted out of him and his stance relaxed, he backed a few paces away from them but stayed near. She loved him for that, he was the brother she had never had.

“Please join me in the office, Miss Sannds,” Hux said over his shoulder as he walked away.

As Rey followed him, she passed Unkar, who gave her the filthiest look she had ever seen, what the hell was going on? He didn’t join them in his office, relegated to watching from outside.

Hux looked briefly at Unkar’s decrepit chair before grimacing and choosing to stand, the alpha who’d had hold of her joined them and shut the door, leaning against it and ruefully rubbing his jaw.

“We are here to inform you that Mr Ren has paid off your debt to Mr Plutt,” Hux started. 

Rey sat down abruptly, surely she had misheard him? But no, he carried on as if this wasn’t life changing. 

“He felt it would be prudent to have someone here in case there was any trouble over the news. If you would like to clear out your locker, and collect any personal items, we will wait and escort you off the premises.”

There was a burning sensation in her eyes and her throat felt almost too choked to breathe… could this be true? But what payment would he exact? Undoubtedly Mr Ren would demand his pound of flesh.

It was necessary to cough a little to clear her throat before she could answer. 

“And what does he want in return?” she asked bitterly, “I think I made myself clear at our first meeting that I wouldn’t whore myself out to him.”

Hux merely rolled his eyes slightly and shrugged, “ Gratis , he wants nothing…” he studied her with pale green eyes, head cocked to one side, “You should be getting a call from Solo Motors in the next few days, too.”

Rey waited for the other shoe to drop, but it didn’t come. After several moments of her just sitting and blinking up at Hux, he sighed and folded his arms.

“Really, Miss Sannds, that is it. Now, I don’t have all day and the less time I spend in this cesspit, the better. Please collect your things.”

In a daze, Rey rose from her seat and teetered her way out of the office to her locker. Unkar had disappeared but Korso joined her almost instantly, stubbornly glaring at one of the Alpha’s who tensed at his proximity.

“What is going on?” he asked as quietly as his booming voice could manage.

Wasting no time, Rey started shoving things into her backpack, “I may have met Mr Ren a few weeks ago,” she admitted lowly, “long story short, he paid off my debt and I’m free to leave Plutt in the dust,” she hesitated before adding, a little disbelievingly, “And he doesn’t want anything in return.”

Korso frowned, “If something sounds too good to be true, it usually is. Why would you trust this man, this knot-head , Iti-rā?”

Rey glanced behind her where she could see Hux waiting in the office out of the cold, as she worried her lip between her teeth. She couldn’t say exactly why, but she believed Hux, and they hadn’t hurt her, they weren’t trying to kidnap her again… still, looks could be deceiving, as she well knew. 

“Maybe I’ll move flats or something. They’re just here till I get my stuff, then they’re going and I won’t have to see them again. I’ve just got free of Unkar, please believe me when I say I’m never letting anyone use me again.”

The large beta’s concerned expression didn’t ease, but all he said was, “Well, don’t let down your guard for a while, and don’t be a stranger, Iti-rā. There is always a space for you on my sofa and I’ll always answer your call.”

Suddenly, the enormity of the situation finally hit her, the garage had been her world for most of her life and the huge part it had played had suddenly come to an end. 

What was she going to do?

Anything, a little voice said inside her answered, for once not the pathetic Omega, you can do anything.

A large hand awkwardly patting her back brought her back to her body and she let out a huff of air.

“Thanks Korso,” she smiled, “There’s no way you’re getting rid of me that easy.”


Unkar said nothing to her as she left, just scowled furiously at her. In all honesty she couldn't blame him, not only must it have been a shock, but he’d had her over a barrel for years, used to the idea she would always be there, working her socks off in a wholly unrealistic attempt to pay him back.

She rode home through winter sunshine, pausing to pick up some chinese and ice cream to celebrate her freedom, this was her Independance Day.


When she had eaten till her stomach was for once, too full, she put away her leftovers for tomorrow and nervously called back Solo Motors. 

“What?” a gruff voice answered.

There was a scuffling noise and someone else said smoothly, “Hi, this is Solo Motors, how can I help you?”

“Err, hello?” Rey winced at her uncertain tone, swallowed and tried again, “Hi, my name’s Rey Sannds, I got a message from Han Solo about an interview?”

“Ah, Miss Sannds, good to hear from you, I’m Lando, Han’s out at the moment but would you like to come by for a chat tomorrow morning?”

A grin worthy of the Cheshire cat tugged at Rey’s lips as she answered, “Yeah, that’d be, that would be great.”  



Kylo came to the unhappy realisation that Rey may never be his, not willingly anyway, and he wasn’t desperate enough to push her into anything. But there was something he could do for her, a way to make her life safer, so he could sleep easier at night.

It was a novel experience, not being able to sleep for worry over someone else. Sure, there were other reasons he couldn’t sleep, other concerns that kept him awake, though a lot of his business was conducted in the evening and at night, so that was less of a problem. But he knew thoughts of Rey, of the (his) delicate little Omega working in such an environment, was distracting him, his concern took up too much of his headspace, leaving room for little else.

Her debt to Plutt, while perhaps insurmountable to her, wasn’t a drop in the ocean to him. Even though he disliked the grubby slob profiting from the situation, he prefered it to Rey staying with the man.

It had surprised him how quick his father was to agree to interview her, at least, once he’d stopped yelling at him, anyway. 

“So what is this girl to you?”

Kylo had rolled his eyes to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose in the vain hope that it would somehow make him more patient. 

“Nothing of consequence,” he’d lied, “She’s in a bad situation and needs an out… plus,” here he hesitated, knowing Han would read into it, but it still had to be said, “She’s an Omega, unmated, though she masks it. She’s been working at Plutt’s Garage for most of her life but I don’t think it’s a safe environment for her…” he trailed off, wishing he had thought about what he was going to say before picking up the phone. The truth was that while he had prepared, it had been with whiskey, not rehearsed words.

There had been a loaded pause, then, “An unmated Omega?”

Here it comes…

“Working at Plutt’s? Poor kid, give me her number and I’ll give her a call.”

For a moment, Kylo blinked in sheer surprise at the phone, before reciting Rey’s number.

“Thanks,” he finished, perhaps stiffly, or awkwardly, he wasn’t sure, “I appreciate it.”

A snort had come in answer, “If that’s really true, pop by yourself, or better yet, come to dinner.”

“You know I can’t do that,” he shifted uncomfortably in his leather desk chair as he stared out of the window at the darkening sky, “It’s not safe,” it will never be safe.

They hadn’t spoken of it further, the call ended and Kylo had sat and gazed out of the window for longer than was necessary. The memory of Rey’s scent and the silken feel of her skin under the pads of his fingertips, meant he didn’t really see as the moon rose, the silver light casting deep shadows and brilliant highlights across the garden below the window.

He would set her free from Plutt, and hope, however vainly, that she would choose to see him again.