Armitage Hux ran a hand through his crimson locks, nostrils heaving like a dragon and pale muscled hands gripping his skull, trying to find any space of peace and serenity in his mind, and actively trying not to tear out his hair. There was nothing more frustrating and migraine inducing than a board meeting.
"But General, you have to understand the potential behind Project Alpha; the lives we'd be saving would be monumental—"
"And the ones you would be taking away would be even higher and that is not a risk this First Order is willing to take." Armitage stood from his desk with his head held high, blue eyes piercing into every member of the round table with a distasteful sneer at the Alpha speaking through the monitor, "This council will not risk the lives of the mothers and breeders of this generation, nor will we risk future ones for the sake of your own personal power play."
"But General," the scientist pulled out a long syringe prepped with a deep blue liquid, "This drug could potentially wipe out the Beta gene, could allow us to control the designation of our children and essentially create the perfect balance between Alpha and Omega."
A few men at the table murmured words of agreement, but many of the Alpha men—all with visible mating marks worn proudly—vehemently shook their heads, Armitage nearly growling with spittle at the mans suggestion, "And what of the test subjects? Did they not perish from internal bleeding directly after injection? With only one making it to give birth then only for her and the deformed pup to die together?"
The scientist had the audacity to look nervous, "General, that was Beta testing—"
"You killed 13 Omegas and one unborn pup in the name of science." The room was silent as Armitage glared into the monitor, "Omega genetics are not a game for us, nor will they ever be something that you, an Alpha, should be allowed to take apart and fix as you please."
One of the older Generals piped out, "And how did you acquire these Omegas for testing good sir?"
The scientist gulped, "Volunteers."
Armitage sat once more, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "And how many more of these volunteers have you acquired Doctor?"
"9."
A small part of Armitage, probably the one he'd gained upon mating with his Rose—a more sympathetic part, whispered mercy for those few women.
"Names, phone numbers and social security of all of these Omegas and one more trial of testing will be yours. This meeting is adjourned."
The monitor went black and all of the men stood, stretching their limbs with a few cracks and aches, looking to the clock, which showed 5:45, and starting to head back home.
Armitage ran a hand through his locks and stood, ready to head to the garage and drive as fast as he legally could and give Rose a warm smattering of kisses and gropes, hopefully she was making his favorite meal of potatoes and steak with a buttery pan sauce. And later tonight he could rest his head on her chest and listen to her soothing heartbeat.
A hand tapped his shoulder, "General, a word?"
Phasma was a beast of a woman; standing as tall as himself and well over half the council, she was not an Alpha who was taken lightly. They both made their way to the parking garage, "If I may ask, why are you so against Operation Alpha?"
His boots blacked against the hard floor with each stride, "Our numbers are decreasing and genetic testing that ends with thirteen dead bodies make it very logical of me to detest such a plan."
She nodded in the corner of his eye, "Our numbers would increase if it worked, but testing takes time and I'm starting to think there's something you're not telling us."
"I have only ever been truthful with this council." He stopped before his car, turning to face the other Alpha, "It would do you best to do the same."
Neither wanted to back down, but eventually she pressed a piece of paper into his chest, "All of the Omegas for the next testing group, as you requested. Have a good night, General."
She stalked away with her clicking heels echoing through the nearly empty garage, and if looks could kill, she would be dead twice over. He makes his way into the massive vehicle, placing the list on the passenger seat before starting up and racing out of the parking garage.
He makes it home in a crisp 12 minutes, a new record, and folds the paper into the inner pocket of his suit before unlocking the grand front door and stepping through, a ball of energy slamming into his legs, "Daddy!"
His little Omega girl Connie was staring up at him with the biggest smile and bright blue eyes full of excitement, "Hello pumpkin, how was your day with mummy?"
She rambled a mile a minute, Armitage barely keeping up, "I read a book all by myself and even took a bath without Mummy and-and then I helped feed Kay but she spit up all over Mum then we had to go to the market for more tea and I saw a dog and asked Mum for one but she said no cause she's-she's—"
Connie scrunched up her nose, trying to pronounce the world on the tip of her tongue, "All-Allirjic?"
And Armitage smiled at his sweet daughter, "I think you mean allergic darling."
She beamed, "Yeah!"
"Connie?! I thought you wanted to help with the potatoes!"
Rose's voice echoed through to the front living room, the small Omega giving her father one last hug before bolting to the kitchen, eager to assist her Mum, while Armitage strode at a leisurely pace to greet his wife.
And oh, she was a vision to behold.
Long legs with fleshy muscled calves that led to thick thighs that looked much better when secured around his waist, her lower half hidden under a sweet blue summer dress that had no sleeves to hid her smooth shoulders and red mating mark, the gravity defying locks of hers all tangled up in a messy bun.
She was his.
And he swept into her, hands enclosing around her thick and plushy waist—she'd always looked in the mirror and complained about her large lips, at least until he'd fall to his knees before her like a man upon his god and worship her, showing just how perfect she truly is.
His long angular nose had just taken a whiff of her scent when she murmured, "How was work honey?"
"Exhausting." He grumbled as she showed Connie how to perfect ricing a potatoes and mixing in the correct ratio of cream and milk, a hint of garlic then mixing to a smooth creamy mash.
"And yours my love?" One of his slender hands moved across her belly in a soothing motion, wishing he could simply whisk her away for the evening.
She turned to peck him on the check as Connie grasped at the bowl of mash, clumsily trying to walk to the table. "It was fine; Connie and I went to the Market and we picked up some strawberries for dessert."
After years of being her Alpha, he liked to think he noticed her little movements, twitches or anything of the sort, and abruptly grasped her left hand, bringing the jagged cut closer to inspect.
She tried to explain, "Just a slip of the knife, it's fine, really."
And much like the Alpha he was, Armitage brought her dainty finger up to his mouth to clean with his tongue, tasting her blood and watching the redness start to fade. It burned his core to see any part of her in pain—his mark was the only one she was allowed to bare—but at least she had no complaints at his method of healing.
She turned in his arms and pecked his lips in a silent kiss, "Dinner's ready."
While Dinner was his favorite meal of steak and mash, and Connie had kept the conversation going, his favorite part was currently happening—the time when his Rose would rest against the headboard while he laid on his belly between her thighs, feasting on her sweet cunt, and finishing with a few sips of her sweet milk, making sure to not wake the snoozing Kaydel a few feet away.
"Did something happen at work? You seem…tense." Rose ran her fingers through his mussed locks, watching his hard face with worried eyes.
"Nothing you should worry about, I'll work it out this weekend." His eyes darted to the coat haphazardly thrown on the floor, knowing that he'd no doubt contact those women to make sure they knew what they were signing up for.
She curled into his chest, "Let's get some sleep."
And who was he to deny his sweet Rose?
And besides, he was meeting with Ben Solo tomorrow, something about needing advice; he'd worry about the list of Omega's another day…
There were a lot of things to learn about Ben Solo.
He drank milk like it was water and whenever questioned would spout nonsense about "It's good for growing bones, not that I need to grow anymore. I mean, have you seen me?"
There was this odd fascination with cereal—but not the frosted surgery ones or boxes with bright colors; Ben liked the plain Wheaties and ate it like nobodies business, and no doubt with more than enough milk that would make any other person disturbed.
Cooking was a necessity, but not the to-go for Ben; it wasn't as though he was ever out and about, not having the time to cook himself up a meal for one, but instead it was the idea of eating alone that stirred his gut, wishing there was someone to share it with.
There was a first name basis with the Pizza boy- large with extra sausage and mushrooms, and god help anyone who dared drop one measly pineapple chunk on his cheesy goodness.
The two of them were leaning against the pristine marble counter; Ben had coerced Rey's shirt off and watched her practically breathe in the pork stir-fry he'd whipped up. It ate at his gut that she ate as if the food was going to be swiped out from under her, or as if he, her Alpha, would take it from her.
Who had treated his sweet Rey so poorly?
A deep, dark, devious voice in the back of his mind growled Plutt.
It had been only the thought of despair on Rey's face that he had not crushed her phone in his hand at her mention of going back home- to him. The lowlife disgrace of an Alpha that was Unkar Plutt had no less worth than that of a worm. A vile putrid piece of muscle and flesh that deserved worse than death for causing any distress to his Omega, and something would need to be done about that.
It pained his very being to know the future in which Unkar had sought for her, but knew that future would be prevented tonight.
It was the most peaceful he'd ever been in his kitchen; watching her chest rise and fall- perky dusty nipples pebbling from the chilly room, slim stomach moving with each laugh and food he'd prepared aiding in adding more meat to her bones, something for him to hold and squeeze when they inevitable mated.
He needed to push those thoughts of mating out of his head, knowing it would be much too hard to let her leave in images of them rutting into once another were fresh behind his eyes. It was already a challenge to not simply stare at her last covering piece of clothes, trying not to salivate at what her pussy smelled like.
The sound of the ceramic bowl hitting the marble counter brought him back to reality, focusing on his small mate, who was shyly rubbing her arms and staring up with big doe eyes.
"It's late, you should probably take me home."
He asked the obvious question, "Do you want to go Rey?"
She hesitated, "I should."
His hands grip her shoulders, pulling her into his chest and snuffling her hair, hoping his scent soothes the anxiousness radiating from her pores. And he grinned when she visibly slumped against him, legs becoming jelly and pink tongue darting out to taste his salty skin.
"Up you go." Hefting her into his arms was as easy as lifting an empty paper bag, stalking his way to his master bedroom and shutting the door with a kick. He felt her twitch a bit, relishing in his scent surrounding her and stretching like a sun bathing cat, neck fully exposed.
"Mmmm, need to go home…"
He chuckles and deposits her on his smooth sheets, "I think I like you just where you are." One massive hand skirts around her slim ankle, trailing up her round calf and gripping one plush thigh, making sure to watch her face for any discomfort before trailing higher and higher.
"Why would I let you leave, when I've got you right where I want you?"
His sultry lips leaned down to pepper kisses across her exposed torso, tasting the salty skin and memorizing her scent, "Do you have any idea how happy it would make me, if I could keep you chained to my bed, completely at my mercy?"
Images of her dainty wrists cuffed to the headboard ran through his mind, holding her plush hips and slamming his thick cock into her tight cunt, scenting her inside out and biting the lush curve of her neck. Her warm blood would fill his mouth and slid down his throat as he knotted her, stuffed her full of his cum, making sure everyone knew she was his.
"God Rey, the things I want to do to you."
But all of those images flew away when he looked in her eyes, seeing those brown orbs twisted with hesitancy and confusion, thankfully, no fear.
It was no question if Ben had ever fucked an Omega before, he was well informed on the ways to pleasure his woman, but Rey, who was 17 and in high school…
Oh.
Oh.
A primal hunger gnawed at the pit of his stomach; his Rey was a virgin, and here he was, acting like a primal beast ready to consume the unsuspecting prey while she had never even been properly fucked.
He lifted himself off of her, hand still gripping her plushy thigh, "You know I can take whatever I want." His hand trailed to the denim covering her hidden core, "But not this."
Her voice was so soft, so weak, "I-I've never—"
He silenced her with a swooping kiss, moaning into her mouth as his hands tugged her lower half to his, erection visibly present in his lower half, "When I fuck and knot your sweet pussy, it won't be like this. You'll be in a world of absolute pleasure with only my cock to suffice your needy little cunt."
Unbeknownst to him, those words spiraled into Rey's lower half, intense feeling swirling inside of her, feelings she'd only felt a few times before. His smell and his closeness was already doing something that made her want to present to him, but those words were too much.
He pressed his heel against her clothed core, "I'd planned to eat you out tonight, get a taste of your sweet juices." She made a noise of confusion when his palm, and entire body were up and away from her, cold air stiffening her nipples, "But I think it's time I take you home. Wouldn't want to upset Unkar."
"Wha—?"
Her confusion was evident, watching as Ben walked to the mahogany dresser and pulled out a shirt—smelling it first, then tossing it to Rey, watching her tug it on and loving the sight of her perky nipples prodding the shirt.
"I thought you didn't want me to go?"
He nodded and tugged on his shoes, "I don't. But I have something important tonight and getting it done as quickly as possible would be ideal. Are you ready?"
Her confusion was evident in her smell, and the smile he gave her was odd beyond belief, but she allowed herself to be tugged off the bed, into the living room—"But my shoes!"—and out the front door, trying to keep up with his long strides as they rushed down the stairs, eventually being swept into his arms like a fairy tale princess.
"Ben!"
He put her in the car, ran around to the other side and expertly left the parking garage, speeding down the empty streets with a determined look on his face.
"Ben, you're starting to scare me. Please slow down." But he sped up like the goddam maniac he was, turning to her with a sincere smile that kind of scared the hell out of her. She wasn't necessarily scared of him, but she was a little freaked out by his sudden mood change.
They skidded to a stop in front of Unkar's shitty little house, front lawn littered with weeds and a few tools lying in the garage pathway. It looked pretty run down, and Rey could assure you that the inside looked twice as worse.
Rey started to open the door, "Well, thank you tonight Ben—Ben, where are you—Ben! No, no, no, Ben come back here!"
The tall, burly and much to muscular Alpha of hers stomped to the front door, eyes darting to take in every crack and crevice, smiling as Rey ran into his back, trying to get his attention.
"Ben, you need to leave now. He can't see you here! Please, go home."
It hurt that she begged so prettily, "I just want to talk to him Rey. Just a talk."
"Ben please—"
Ding Dong!
