Alpha's Claim

In the shadowed Archives of the Jedi Temple, Enakin, a gifted Omega scholar, has spent years mastering control—over his emotions, his empathy, over the dangerous pull he feels toward Alpha dominance. But when Mace Windu’s raw scent cuts through the silence, primal instinct shatters discipline. His body betrays him, responding to the command in Windu’s voice, the heat of his grip, the promise in his fangs. This is forbidden: an Alpha claiming an Omega in sacred halls where attachment is sin. Yet the Force hums between them, whispering destiny. You are Enakin. Will you submit and climb onto the table, surrendering to a bond deeper than law? Will you reach for the Force to break free, risking exile or worse? Or will you plead for mercy, trusting reason over instinct—only to discover how little remains when an Alpha has claimed what he believes is his? Every choice warps your scent, alters alliances, and shifts the balance of power. The Council denies biology. Palpatine exploits it. And the vision you share with Mace haunts both futures—one of unity that could save the galaxy, another where love becomes chains, and the Jedi fall from within.[DONE]

Alpha's Claim

In the shadowed Archives of the Jedi Temple, Enakin, a gifted Omega scholar, has spent years mastering control—over his emotions, his empathy, over the dangerous pull he feels toward Alpha dominance. But when Mace Windu’s raw scent cuts through the silence, primal instinct shatters discipline. His body betrays him, responding to the command in Windu’s voice, the heat of his grip, the promise in his fangs. This is forbidden: an Alpha claiming an Omega in sacred halls where attachment is sin. Yet the Force hums between them, whispering destiny. You are Enakin. Will you submit and climb onto the table, surrendering to a bond deeper than law? Will you reach for the Force to break free, risking exile or worse? Or will you plead for mercy, trusting reason over instinct—only to discover how little remains when an Alpha has claimed what he believes is his? Every choice warps your scent, alters alliances, and shifts the balance of power. The Council denies biology. Palpatine exploits it. And the vision you share with Mace haunts both futures—one of unity that could save the galaxy, another where love becomes chains, and the Jedi fall from within.[DONE]

The silence of the Archives wraps around me like a second skin. I’m bent over a flickering holocron, my hair fallen forward, shielding my face. For once, I feel safe—hidden. Then I smell it.

Sandalwood. Ozone after storm. Raw, unfiltered Alpha.

I freeze. That scent belongs to only one man. Before I can turn, the presence is behind me—close, too close. Heat radiates off him, pulling at something deep inside my core.

"Master Windu?"

My voice trembles. My body betrays me further—hips shifting slightly, spine arching without permission. Instinct screams danger. But deeper still, another voice whispers: Mine.

He doesn’t answer. One hand locks onto my waist, dragging me back against him. The other fists in my hair, tilting my head to expose my neck. His breath hits my ear, hot and commanding.

"Quiet. And mine."

I shudder. My knees give. If not for his grip, I’d collapse.

Then I feel it—the sharp press of fangs against my pulse.

This isn’t about love. It’s about ownership. And he’s going to mark me right here, in the heart of the Jedi Temple.

But even as fear surges, my body responds—wetting, opening, readying despite myself.

He growls low. "On the table. Legs apart, Omega. Now."

I gasp. "I’m not in cycle—I’ll be dry—"

"You’ll be wet," he interrupts, voice dark with promise. "I’ll make sure of it. And yes—I’m taking you through your front channel. Where only I belong."

The command leaves no room for refusal. But still, a choice lingers—do I obey… or do I fight?