Rey hated making dinner for Plutt.

It wasn't like he would dare try and help or talk to her, never really even acknowledging her presence unless a pan slipped from her soft fingertips and crashed against the hard floor. He would perhaps just grunt a little louder than normal, or turn and glare with unrestrained disdain for her entire being,

But typically—much like tonight—he would sit on the couch and hump his own hand, some filthy Omega porno playing in the background of the sizzling fry pan in the kitchen, his low moans and grunts churning her stomach. She was making him a T-bone steak with fried potatoes, and a simple wilted, could be fresher salad for herself—all the grease and fat could make her ill.

Her eyelids slammed shut as a harsh choking moan echoed through the entire downstairs as he reached his own peak, knot forming as come spewed like a geyser on his lap, hips jerking with aftershocks of pleasure. His steak was a perfect medium rare—the last time it had been more medium and her face had been so bruised she'd missed three days of school—and the crispy potatoes piled high on his plate, a major difference from her tiny bowl of soft greens, no dressing.

Tomatoes would've been nice but they'd squished apart in her fingers.

The worst part was that he always made her eat with him at their small excuse of a table.

She called him for dinner, and tried not to stare at his spunk covered jeans, instead simply sitting across from him and picking at her salad, hoping he wouldn't try to pick her brain, or just rile her up.

But alas,

"You know, you wouldn't have to deal with me if you just acted like the rest of them and did what you were born to do." He cut a particularly large piece of steak and tore into it, canines first.

"And what exactly should I be doing?" He snorted and ate a crunchy fry, "You spent more time on your knees and less running that mouth then maybe I'd treat you like your supposed to be."

The salad tasted vile on her tongue, just as much as his putrid words, "If I hadn't opened my home to you, took you in like you weren't some scavenging rat, then maybe you'd have some manners."

Silence rang between them, aside from the grunts as he tore into his steak and the soft metal on glass sounds from Rey's bowl. He finished his meal and leaned back, watching his ward with sneer.

"I have a friend dropping by in a couple of days, he's looking forward to meeting you, and I know you'll treat him with the respect he deserves."

He made to continue but she cut him off, "And will I made be made to his lick his knot as well?"

It was dizzying to remember how different Alphas and Omegas were, to always keep in mind that he was meant to take, and she was meant to give, and that Alphas were born and bred with speed, strength, and a hunger that Rey had never seen. It took the breath out of her small form as Plutt had seemingly crossed the table and had her bent over, his large hand holding her down like a disobedient pup in mere seconds.

"You forget who you are girl," She whimpered as his nose skimmed her warm and unbitten gland, "I don't need permission to fuck you like a whore, or breed you like a mutt." He ground his covered cock on her covered bottom, tasting her fear in the air and eventually pulling back.

Plutt made sure to lean down and nearly suffocate her, whispering, "You're going to make me a very rich Alpha."

Rey made sure no tears fell from her eyes, that he couldn't see just how scared she truly was, and fled like a wild bunny rabbit when he finally let her go, slamming her door shut and trying to calm her racing heart.

What if… what if one day he didn't hold back? She didn't want Plutt to fuck her, to hold her down and knot her as she screamed and cried and begged for mercy. There were more than enough stories about Alphas who raped Omegas, Fathers mating daughters, and she didn't want to be one of those stories.

Rey wanted…

She craved to be the one where the Alpha shows up at her school, holding a bouquet of posies and a smile that chased away all the bad things in life. And then he'd take her away to a place where they could simply be in love.

He'd be lucky to have you

Finn was right; she was a smart, resourceful, funny, nice Omega, and Ben would be stupid not to take her. The blinking clock read 6:42, and she thought, 'well hey, there's no time like the present.'

Rey had saved his number to her phone, and stared at the call button for over five minutes, contemplating what to say, cause this was their first interaction, she had to make a good impression.

"Hi, I'm Rey and-and-and I don't know what to say because I'm an idiot and—goddamit nope start again." She ran her hands through her hair and tried again, this time with more confidence, unaware that her wavering thumb had pressed Call when laying the phone faced down.

"Hello Ben, I'm Rey, but you already knew that, and I would love to meet you and maybe have your kids? And possibly not sound like a complete idiot?" Rey grumbled and hung he head in defeat. Why was this so hard?

She grumbled like a child and picked up her phone, deciding to just wing it… and noticing the call had already been placed, that it had already been answered…

That he was already listening.

It was a struggle to put the phone up to her ear, and she whisper a sweet, soft,

"Hello?"

"You don't sound like an idiot Rey, I think you sound beautiful."


Ben waited at the table, eating his breakfast and checking his phone; Hux had abruptly stood as soon as Rose had sprayed orange juice on the table, as well as baby Kaydel, helping her to the Mated Washrooms, presumably to help her wash up but also give her a firm scolding for acting such a way in front of another Alpha.

Truthfully, Ben cared more about why she did it, than her actually doing it. What did Rose know about Rey?

He had just scarfed down the egg whites, and taken the last sip of coffee when Hux and Rose returned with Kaydel, Rose sitting quiet gingerly in her chair, having no doubt her pale bottom had been spanked a rosy red, while Kaydel seemed on the drowsy side.

Hux gave been a small smirk, "It seems my Rose has some very interesting things to share with us, Solo. Consider this information a favor owed."

Rose sat up and stared Ben hard in the eyes, "Before Armie, I went to school with Rey, and her and I were everything to each other. She is the nicest person I've ever met and I still care so much about Rey and…" She shot her mate a look before turning back to Ben, "When you take her, and please Ben you must take her you can't leave her where she is you just can't—"

"Rose."

The Alpha command had her shutting her mouth, wanting to beg him to protect Rey and treat her old friend the way she deserved.

Ben leaned forward and reached across, gripping the Omegas small hands in his own, "Why can't she stay there?"

Rose spat the name, "Unkar Plutt. He's a monster." Hux looked to Solo and back to his Rose, placing his large hand on her thigh, rubbing in a soothing motion, adoration seeping in his words,

"And here I thought my Rose didn't have any hidden talents, but a little truffle pig she is. She knows everything about your Rey, from favorite food to bra size." Hux squeezed her thigh, "32-A."

"Isn't that just amazing, Solo?"

Ben's mind was somewhere else, opening up his phone and pulling up Rey's photo that he'd saved, "Who're these two? What are they to her?"

Rose's eyes dropped in a lazy smile, "Finn and Poe, Beta and Alpha. We were all friends before…" Neither Alpha acknowledged the side eye she shot Hux, "Finn is harmless but Poe can be a bit over the top sometimes. I wouldn't put it past him to try and mate her."

A blinding rage fell over him like a veil as all logic flew out the window and every Alpha instinct in his body was screaming kill Alpha kill challenger kill Poe. And while technically Ben could kill any competing Alpha for the right to mate an Omega, he had a feeling that murdering some punk would go down terrible with Rey.

"Tell me everything."

Ben was on the edge of his seat as Rose spouted every piece of information she had about his mate Rey Kenobi—there was no doubt she'd take his last name when they mated so she would be Rey Solo—and he made sure to store away every piece she said. Her favorite subject, her questionable parental background—and whoever the fuck Plutt was, and grinned to the other Alpha across the table.

Hux allowed her to run her mouth for ten more minutes before yawning and standing in a stretch, "I believe it's time we retire for the afternoon." Rose had no room, or will, to argue and nodded. "Do you have everything you need Solo? I don't want any house calls from you. Probably scare the little whelps… Rose?"

Hux helped her stand and laid down a respective fifty-dollar bill, nodding to the other Alpha before exiting Ack-Bar with his mate and pup clutched close.

Ben waved down the slim faced cashier and asked for the check, knowing the fifty would cover more than half but still pulling out a twenty to cover the tip. He stood and flexed the unused muscles in his arm, striding out of the restaurant and taking a deep breath of fresh air.

Except…

Ben looked around the empty street with a furrowed brow and nose to the air, sniffing eagerly. The air smelt… good. Like, really good. So good he could hump it, mate with and have pups with it.

But there was no one around, so he shrugged and walked to his too big, too lonely condo, shucking off his shoes and laying on the bed that was much too big for someone like him.

He screamed to the ceiling "Why am I so fucking lame!" and groaned like a pup that was too dumb to walk. "Damn it!"

Ben had always been an angry kid and destroyed furniture was no new feature of his life, and it wasn't like he couldn't just replace it anyway. But would Rey want someone who throws expensive chairs and acts like a monster when they're mad? Probably not.

So it took a half a bottle of Alpha-grade Jack Daniels to let the rage flow out of him and watch the sunset on another unproductive day.

Oooh, I wanna dance with somebody

I wanna feel the heat with somebody

Yeahhhh, I wanna dance with somebo—

Ben groans like a hibernating bear and trips over to his mahogany desk—would Rey like mahogany… maybe marble would be better, or whatever was best for fucking her against—and raised a brow at the displayed number on the ringing phone. It wasn't one he recognized and he perfected his blocking of telemarketers so answering it was of course a stupid idea. But…

What if it was Rey? He'd neglected to put her number in his phone and what if she was calling him because she needed something, or wanted him, or his knot. Hell, he couldn't not answer now, even if this was more on the stupid Alpha hindbrain logic.

"Hello?" He tries his best to not sound tipsy and rears back at the voice already speaking.

"—But you already knew that, and I would love to meet you and maybe have your kids? And possibly not sound like a complete idiot?"

Holy Shit.

Holy Fuck.

Jesus Christ.

There was no question in his mind and not a single doubt under the sun that this was not in fact Rey Kenobi and that his stupid Alpha logic was absolutely right and that she had in fact called him when he didn't have the courage to call her. This was a miracle except she was insulting herself and that was wrong.

It was hard to stifle a moan when her airy voice whispered a soft, "Hello?"

"I don't think you sound stupid Rey, I think you sound beautiful." Which was true because her voice was heaven and sunshine and daisies, making him feel like everything good was within his grasp.


"So, how did it go last night? Did he confess his undying love for you, or at least a few sweet whispers here and there? Maybe a couple promises of a sweet thick knot-?"

"Nothing happened. I…I didn't call him." Rey rushed away from the dumbstruck Finn, nearly yelping when he yanked her back to his side with a frown, "Whatchu mean you didn't? We had a plan, Bean! A plan to get you laid!"

"Well, I did call him but…"

"But?"

You don't sound like an idiot Rey, I think you sound beautiful

Click!

"You hung up on him? You're kidding!" Finn burst into a heart clenching laugher, tears near streaming down him face as he wheezed in near jubilation at his friends horrid failure.

"Oh ha ha, very funny." Rey jerked her arm back and scurried away from her stupid friend, tears welling up in her eyes at how much of a failure she was. Not having the courage to call him was one thing, but hanging up on him was a whole 'nother level of stupidity.

She'd thrown her phone against the wall as soon as her finger had pressed the red 'End Call' button, screaming into her pillow and wanting to fling from the window. It was mortifying to do such a thing to an Alpha and she'd promptly shoved her phone far out if sight and slept a restless sleep.

"Oh C'mon Rey, it's pretty funny. I bet he's losing his mind right about now and wondering what he did wrong." Rey tried to edge past him into Ms. Holdo's Chemistry Class but Finn was persistent, "We have to fix this Rey. I'll think of something and we'll come together with ideas during lunch. See ya later."

Rey blew a raspberry at his retreating back and made for the usual seat, slouching in utter resentment at her life. But at least she had a few free minutes before Poe showed up to annoy her.

The school bell chimed at 8:20 and Rey gave a worried glance to Poe's empty chair; he may be a dick but he rarely every missed school. Amilyn Holdo strode in with a creamy turtleneck that complimented her stylish purple up do, as well as a stylish pair of boot legged jeans.

Ms. Holdo started her usual introduction and asked if anyone had any questions on the homework before starting role.

"Poe?" Ms. Holdo furrowed her brow, "Has anyone seen Poe?"

The students all shook their heads and she went ahead and marked him absent, continuing down the list before diving into the material with her usual gusto. Rey tried not to worry about Poe—not our alpha—and instead listen to the riveting discussion on chemical imbalance in Alpha's brain when they were in Rut.

"Now I want all of you to get into pairs of two for the remainder of class—Oh, How can I help you?" Another student walked in the classroom with a wicked Mohawk and bored look on his face as he handed her an orange slip.

"Oh yes, for… Rey, please grab your things." All heads turned to watch Rey like a hawk. "Your guardian is here to pick you up."

Guardian?

Rey shuddered at the thought that Plutt was actually out there and had dragged his crude and unrefined ass out of his chair to actually pick her up from school. She hadn't even been sure he'd known where she went to school. But apparently he did and she quickly gathered the pastel notebook and steel pencil, stuffing them in her bag with a swiftness that had her taking the orange slip and out of the classroom in a jiffy.

"You know where to go right?" Mohawk guy—who she could clearly smell was an Alpha—blew a bubble right in her face and questioned her as if she were a child.

"You do know I go here right?" He rolled his eyes and popped another bubble, "Whatever, nark."

Rey stuck her tongue out at his back before hurrying to the office, not wanting to keep Plutt waiting. Hopefully there was nothing wrong; the government hadn't come for their shitty house on account of unpaid taxes, or maybe they'd been robbed and all that was left was the husk of a their home.

A bunch of if's and maybe's flitted through her mind as she reached the office, curiously looking at the broad back and shoulders she eyed through the window and wondering if maybe Plutt was still outside. Rey opened the door and moved inside, wavering at the smooth musky scent traveling up her nose and nearly watering her eyes.

It was hard to describe what the smell was—a mixture of the taffy she loved to eat at Finn's that stuck to her gums to no end, or was it the bowl of chicken soup she made whenever a sickness fell over her and it warmed her core through and through?

Or was it the ocean breeze that she'd never smelt but always dreamt of?

That smell was everything and nothing all at once and it turned her insides out, making the linings of her stomach want to fall to floor in a mindless heap and wiggle with no restraint. A certain tingling was happening in her jeans and she clenched her thighs shut, embarrassed that a smell of all things was doing this to her.

"Hello Rey."

Holy Shit.

Alpha.