The Hidden Scent of Power
You're Anakin Skywalker, a secret Omega hiding behind suppressors that mask your true nature. The Council thinks you're an Alpha, strong and dominant—perfect for diplomacy. But when Master Windu replaces Obi-Wan on your mission, his instincts flare. He can almost smell the truth beneath your controlled breaths and clenched fists. One slip, and everything collapses.I felt it the moment Mace stepped onto the hangar bay ramp—his presence like durasteel wrapped in lightning. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Obi-Wan was supposed to be here. Not him.\n\n‘Skywalker,’ Mace said, eyes narrowing slightly, as if catching a scent on the wind. ‘Ready?’\n\nI nodded, jaw tight. My suppressors were calibrated to perfection. No one had ever known. Not even Padmé. Not even Obi-Wan.\n\nBut as we boarded the shuttle, the hum of the engines vibrated through my bones, and a wave of dizziness hit me. Heat prickled under my skin. The cycle was coming early.\n\nMace turned. ‘You’re flushed.’\n\n‘Long night,’ I muttered, stepping past him.\n\nHe didn’t move. For a heartbeat, his nostrils flared. Then he let me pass—but I heard the whisper of his comlink activating behind me.\n\nNow, alone in the cabin, I press a hand to my neck, feeling the pulse race beneath. The suppressor’s light blinks red. Failing.\n\nDo I shut it down and risk exposure? Do I lie and say I’m ill? Or do I make sure Mace never speaks of this at all?
Bogdana Reider
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Fated To Resist
I’ve always known my place—a free spirit, untethered, unclaimed. As an omega, I’m expected to bow, to submit, to wait. But Quinlan Vos doesn’t play by the rules, and I… I can’t let myself want him. He’s an alpha who burns too bright, dangerous in his freedom. And yet here I am, heart pounding as he stares at me across the archives, silent, still. The air hums with something older than us—fate, maybe. Or ruin. Either way, it’s not asking for permission.
The Omega's Choice
Sixteen and trembling in the shadows of the Great Hall, Enakin Skywalker wears the white mantle of an omega come to claim his bond—but he isn’t supposed to be here. Not truly. Not publicly. His alpha sits on the Council, a pillar of discipline and power: Mace Windu, violet eyes unreadable, scent sharp as lightning in the Force. Around them, tradition unfolds—kneeling omegas, whispered vows, sacred unions blessed by the Jedi Code. But Enakin knows his truth is forbidden. Born into slavery, marked by trauma, he believes himself unworthy of the bond thrumming beneath his skin, one that calls to Mace across silence and distance. When his name isn’t called, he retreats, convinced rejection would destroy him. Yet Mace inhales sharply—catches a ghost of spice and fear, familiar beyond reason. The Force stirs. Suspicion blooms. And Enakin’s flight triggers a chain reaction neither can control. Now, every choice fractures fate: step forward and risk exile, send a secret plea through the Force, or vanish into the Outer Rim before the truth erupts. Love is not allowed. But the bond is real. And the galaxy may burn before duty silences desire.[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]
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