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Anakin was a perfect alpha.

It’s what he’s always been told.

His mother, who like all good mothers, would praise every single thing he did. She would lather him in kisses and compliments even for something as small as jumping in a puddle or showing the initiative to collect his own sweets while out shopping.

Anakin’s teachers seemed to never be able to get enough of him. They’d always be asking him to do more, to demonstrate his genius in new ways that had them fawning over him as he stood across their desks, knowing that he’d just secured his ‘nth perfect mark.

The papers and magazines marvelled at his quick rise to the top. What did it matter if his grandfather was from old money? The young Skywalker had clearly shown innovation that’s never been seen before, as he took the company to new heights.

Anakin was handsome, fit and charming. He didn’t think it was conceited to call himself all those things, he’d been told them after all. He’d been told so many times now that he almost found it exhausting to hear. Anakin had run out of responses to them at this point.

So it was only fitting that such a perfect alpha would have a perfect family.

From the time he’d spent checking in on his employees, Anakin knew many were not as spoiled as him.

Many did not come home to a perfectly groomed garden where flowers were artfully placed and beautifully grown. Their home keys did not let them into a large mansion that was never cluttered nor spoiled with foul scents.

Anakin was welcomed home to warm, sugary scents that let him know his omega had been baking, perhaps still was if the noise and laughter coming from the kitchen told him anything.

He kicked off his shoes, as he knew his would wife grow frustrated at him if he dirtied his clean floors and made his way to the kitchen, where he knew his perfect family would be waiting for him.

And they were.

His first stop was at the table where the twins were sitting. They had a more elaborate dining room where they would host guests, his gorgeous omega charming them all effortlessly. But Obi-Wan had wanted something more personal, more homely, for the family to sit at each night. Anakin had agreed as he always does when it comes to Obi-Wan’s wishes.

His twin alphas were so big now, having just turned seventeen in the spring. Anakin could still remember when they were born. Tiny, perfect little replicas of each other, of his wife. 

Now they were so different. Leia with her long, silky brunette hair and Luke with his blonde waves. They were both gorgeous and entirely his. He’d never be able to thank Obi-Wan enough for gifting him with his two little lights.

He placed his hands upon Luke’s hair first, leaning down to place a kiss upon the boy's cheek and smiling as the blond leaned up into it. Always a daddy’s boy, his son.

Anakin did not place his hands upon Leia’s hair, nervous to upset the girl’s intricate and neat braids. Instead, he rested his hands upon her shoulder, gently thumbing the little gold chain around her neck as he placed a kiss upon her cheek as well. 

Her nose scrunched up in feigned distaste, his girl, always wishing to be so independent and grown up. But Anakin knew that the pendant hanging upon her chain had pictures of both her parents within it. He knew because he was the one who bought it and placed the photos in it, at her request. 

“Hello, my angels,” he said, his heart warmed as he looked down at the table to see what they were scribbling on. The sweet children that they were, were already doing their homework without any complaints. 

The two of them both mumbled out greetings of their own before returning to their work. It was always like this. Anakin knew that once they all sat down properly for dinner the twins would have dozens of stories to tell him of their day.

But for now, he let them work.

Anakin turned his attention to the one child he knew wouldn’t have any homework to complete. His little Cal.

One would hardly believe his youngest child was an alpha. With those adorable chubby cheeks and shiny red curls. The boy was a spitting image of his omega mother. 

Even down to the cheeky grin he was giving his father as he dipped his finger into a large mixing bowl and licked the contents of it.

“And what have you got there, little one?” He chucked as the small toddler giggled, eagerly holding out the bowl for his father to see.

“Mummy made cake,” he said softly, much more preoccupied with wiping the bowl clean than with his father. Anakin still littered the small boy’s face with wet kisses though and he didn’t stop until Cal was squealing for him to stop.

Anakin made sure the boy was safely situated on the countertop before finally moving to embrace his omega. 

The only omega in his household and the one who kept the family glued together. 

“I was wondering when you’d make your way to me” Obi-Wan teased, briefly abandoning the simmering pot on the stove to place a soft kiss on Anakin’s lips.

Anakin smiled into it, having his omega in his arms made it seem real. He was well and truly home. 

Anakin broke apart the kiss, unable to tear his face away from Obi-Wan’s. The small omega was looking up at him with so much love that Anakin wondered what he had done in his past life to deserve this.

He gently cupped the omega’s face, stroking his thumbs across the soft skin. This time places his kisses upon the omega’s rosy cheeks, no doubt warm from the amount of time he’s spent in front of the stove.

“Well maybe if you hadn’t given me so many perfect children to love and adore.”

Because that’s what he’d done. Like the perfect omega he was, Obi-Wan had given him three alpha children to love and cherish. He could still remember each of the births, Obi-Wan had remained so strong and determined throughout all of them, focused only on bringing his children into the world. He hasn’t complained once.

Three alphas, all so smart and gorgeous. It’s what every alpha dreamed of for their family.

And Obi-Wan had given him it.

Obi-Wan smiled softly and shook his head in the way he often did whenever Anakin praised him. Obi-Wan liked to say that any omega could have given Anakin the family he desired.

But they couldn’t.

Obi-Wan just didn’t understand that he was the epitome of everything an omega should be. Beautiful, lovely, caring and a phenomenal mother. There was no one else for Anakin, if Obi-Wan did not exist then Anakin would have died childless and forever unmarried.

Obi-Wan just did not understand his appeal. He did not notice the gazes he’d get whenever they went out. He did not see the way old, lecherous alphas licked their lips upon seeing the redhead at galas.

He did not see any of it and that’s why Anakin had to take care of every unsavoury figure in his omega’s life.

That’s why they all did.

Luke loved his mother.

He truly did. It was an undeniable fact that no amount of feigned-teenage-nonchalance could beat out of him. 

Luke adored his mother. He loved the sweet scent of roses his mother always gave off, his scent never once souring or turning ashen. He loved the way his mother always knew the exact spots to rub Luke’s scalp to make him drowsy and help him get to sleep before a big exam or game. 

But for all that he loved him, he didn’t understand why his father still insisted he and Leia go grocery shopping with his mother every week.

Cal going was a given. 

The boy was only three and hopelessly attached to their mother. If Luke had heard stories about him being bad, he was sure Cal was one hundred times worse. The boy was never far from their red-haired mother, he was always either on his hip or clinging to his hand.

Like right now.

“Mummy, what’s this one?” Cal asked, lightly tugging on Obi-Wan’s arm as he pointed in the direction of some strange-looking fruit.

“That’s a dragon fruit, my beloved. Would you like to try some?” Cal nodded, his red hair flopping up and down as he did so. 

That’s how most of these shopping trips went, Cal asking a million questions and his perfect saint of a mother answering each and every one of them. Although, perhaps Cal’s habit was instilled into him by their mother. Luke could still remember the trips from years ago when Obi-Wan would have them walk around the whole store and point out the different animals and make their noises for a tiny baby Cal who would just giggle at the performance they’d put on for him.

It had been a learning opportunity, apparently. His mother insisted upon those, taking his children to museums, libraries, anything that required them to use their brains.

Regardless, Luke still had the urge to annoy his baby brother, finding the alpha’s constant questions and attempts at sucking up to their mother amusing. Luke reached his leg out to lightly scuff against the back of Cal’s light-up shoe, causing the toddler to trip and stumble.

The little alpha turned and sent a glare in Luke’s way. Luke had to bite his lip to hold back the laugh that threatened to escape, he didn’t have the heart to let Cal know that there was absolutely nothing threatening about a glare coming from a three-year-old with chubby, rosy cheeks who was currently clutching their mother’s hand.

The blonde alpha sighed, boredom beginning to take over as he looked around the store in hopes that something would be stimulating enough for his mind.

Normally he’d just talk to Leia, the twins sharing similar distaste for these shopping trips. But his sister, in her bedazzled low-rise jeans and velvet cropped hoodie, was glued to her phone. She even had one of those old iPods attached to the waist of her jeans, Luke didn’t know why she insisted on it. It didn’t work. He’d offered to fix it but Leia had waved him off, insisting she only needed the colourful pink gadget for the ‘look’. Whatever that meant.

She was chewing her gum obnoxiously loud as she texted someone. It was likely Han, but she kept denying it.

“Alright, you each can pick one thing okay,” his mother’s sweet voice rang out. Luke was startled, he hadn't even registered that they’d made it into the sweets aisle. Cal looked as though he was about to run off, the little alpha vibrating no doubt with excitement at the thought of all the sugar he could convince his mummy to get him.

Luke wandered down the aisle until he reached the sour section. He cursed when he noticed the ones he wanted, the sour worms that only contained the strawberry flavour, were on the very bottom shelf. He knelt to get them, the store’s floor cold underneath his knee.

“Do you need help getting that?” He heard someone ask in the background.

“Oh yes please, it’s unfortunately too high for me,” his mother laughed. It makes Luke chuckle slightly. His mother really was quite short. 

Luke looked at the array of sweets a little while longer. The packet of sour gummy cherries caught his eye and he weighed the probabilities of him being able to convince his mother to let him get two packets of sweets. He may not have the cherubic cuteness of a toddler anymore but he knew his mother still was reluctant to deny him anything—

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

Luke was startled, his knee slipping slightly as Leia snapped. His sister’s voice was sharp, every bit of alpha bite having risen to the surface.

As he stood up and turned around, he saw that Leia’s focus was no longer on her phone but on the tall alpha who was grinding himself against their mother, in the name of ‘helping him reach’.

Luke could see it. He could see the way his mother frowned and tensed up. He could see the way Cal tried to move closer to their mother, the foreign alpha scent disturbing his sensitive nose. Cal’s lip was even starting to wobble, and his whole body beginning to shake.

Luke saw red. He marched up to the useless alpha who thought it okay to touch his mother, to advantage of a mother with their pup. Did this son of a bitch not smell that his mother was mated? Did he not care that a child was being subjected to his aroused pheromones? It was the most disgusting thing Luke had seen in a long time.

Luke’s hand wrapped firmly around the alpha’s shoulder as he yanked him back, the alpha stumbling at the force Luke used.

The alpha turned around angrily and Luke steeled himself for it to go physical but when the alpha took him and Leia in, he just smirked.

“I was simply helping your mother reach, pup.” He leered, smirking as his gaze switched between them.

Pups. That’s what he thought of Luke and his sister. From the way the man was inching back towards their mother, it was clear he didn’t see them as threats at all and that he’d just continue his harassment of the omega.

Luke tugged him back once more, this time getting a strange look from the man as he dug his nails in. 

The alpha was able to get another step closer to his mother and brother.

“Oh yeah,” Leia glared, looking every bit the mean popular girl from the 2000’s movies she’d always begged him to watch with her. She popped out her hip and crossed her arms, pointedly looking towards the alpha’s pants where his growing arousal was visible. 

Luke didn’t know how he could grow aroused when his mother had been scenting so distressed. 

“You’re an alpha,” the man smirks, reaching up a sweaty hand to pat against Luke’s as though he too would be able to resonate with what he was about to say. “Surely you know you just help what happens when around such beautiful omegas.”

Leia, who’d been blowing a bright pink bubble with her gum, popped it. She chewed loudly, a disgusted look on her face as she gave the alpha a withering stare. Luke felt himself shiver.

“The difference is that I can control myself.” She said darkly.

“And our mother raised us right.” Despite the tense atmosphere, Luke could see his mother’s lips twist up into a small smile.

“He made sure we knew never to touch an omega without their consent and especially to keep out lust far away from where children can sense it,” Luke growled. 

“Oh please.” The man chuckled.  

“That little boy just needs to learn that he’s got a very attractive mummy.” Cal flinched as the alpha bent down to meet his eyes. The little redhead’s eyes were shiny, tears having not yet fallen but Luke could tell they’d spill soon. Cal was chewing on his fingernails, a nervous tic he always did before he cried. 

As the alpha leant down, Obi-Wan quickly tugged Cal backwards. Leia crossed over from where she’d been on the other side of the aisle, to grab onto the alpha’s other shoulder, the twins working together to pull the alpha back upright.

“We’ll take him away mum.”

“Luke it’s fine—,” his mother said, his voice breathless and high, likely due to the stress of the situation. 

“It’s really no big deal, baby. We could— we could just let security know on our way out.”

He knew his mother, he never wanted to worry any of his children, so it was no surprise he was trying to downplay what had just happened to him.

Luke shared a look with Leia, the girl’s face was scrunched as her pink, shiny lips pursed in a pout. She shook her head lightly, but their mother likely wouldn’t have seen it anyway as he was too busy reassuring Cal who was now scenting so scared and distressed that Luke feared he would break down if they didn’t get the disgusting alpha away soon.

His grip tightened on the alpha as he yanked him closer. 

  “It’s fine mum, Leia and I are strong and we can handle him.” The twins shared a smirk, one that they quickly removed from their faces as Obi-Wan turned to look up at him. Their mother was kneeling now, taking Cal into his arms.

“Well—“ He hesitated, looking briefly at Cal who was trying to hide his face in his mother’s neck.

“If you’ll be quick.” He asked, his voice soft as he placed kisses on the little alpha’s forehead.

The teenage alphas nodded, already moving down the aisle, yanking the attacker behind them.

“What are a bunch of pups going to do to me,” he sighed in exasperation, dragging his feet behind him. 

Leia whipped around, one of her sparkly hair clips slipping slightly with the force with which she did so. 

“Oh, we can do plenty.”

“Right,” he laughed. 

Luke itched with the need to shout at the alpha, to teach him a lesson for not only harassing his mother, making Cal uncomfortable but now doubting and laughing at his sister. 

Luke ran his tongue over his smooth teeth, he could feel his fangs start to descend, pointed and sharp. He’d inherited them from his father.

Biggs was working today. He always was whenever they visited the supermarket. It was just another one of his father’s rules that he wasn’t sure if his mother knew about. 

The blonde thought it was a useless rule when his father first mentioned it. Luke had been in his room, sitting on his bean bag while his father towered over him, lecturing him on the rules he needed to remember to make sure Obi-Wan stayed safe.

He and Biggs had laughed about it at school the next day.

But now it came in handy.

He dragged the alpha over to where he had seen Biggs earlier, restocking the bags of ice. They hadn’t stayed long in this aisle, Cal had gotten his ice cream and immediately began whining that he was cold. Leia had tickled him for so long that his giggles turned into grumbles about how mean she was.

Biggs smiled at the twins as they approached, but he regarded the alpha between them warily.

“Do you need something, Luke?” 

“This guy over here thought it would be funny to grind his little dick against Mum and to do it right by Cal.”

Biggs stiffened. The alpha loved Obi-Wan, having been raised by a single father who worked long hours, he was always being dropped off and taken care of by Obi-Wan. The omega would even call him his third son, a sentiment that Luke always noticed caused Bigg’s scent to sweeten and a grin that would last on his face for hours.

He also adored Cal, the little alpha who had always liked Biggs. He always tried to sneak into Luke’s room to spend time with them whenever he was there. Luke didn’t mind it too much, the sight of the small redhead curled up on Bigg’s lap was simply too cute.

So Luke wasn’t surprised when he saw Bigg’s straighten up to his full height. The alpha was tall, something Obi-Wan joked to the boy always asking for second servings of vegetables whenever he would eat dinner with them as a child.

“Did he now?” Biggs asked, his eyes sharpening to a glare as he crossed his arms. The alpha between the twins fidgeted, uncomfortable when faced with an alpha bigger than him. 

That only made Luke further disgusted, an alpha who only ever picked on those smaller than him.

Biggs dug around in his pocket for a short moment before throwing something in Luke’s direction. It made a jingling sound as it flew through the air. Luke caught it easily and adjusted it in his hand to see it was a set of silver keys, one of them having a blue snowflake icon pasted on.

“The keys to the freezer, the camera doesn’t work there.”

Luke smirked as he realised what Biggs was hinting at.

“Thanks.”

Leia snatched the keys out of his hand as they started to walk in the direction of the back where the freezer was. Luke had been there before plenty of times, mainly when Biggs’ coworker Din wasn’t being a grump and agreed to go make out with Luke.

“That’s clever,” she hummed, spinning the piece of metal between her thin fingers with brightly polished nails. “He’ll make a rather nasty surprise for whichever poor employee has to head to the back,” she cooed before cackling at the look of fear that cast across the man’s face.

The back of the store was deserted. Not a single worker was in sight. 

The large, aluminium freezer appeared almost menacing in its desertion. The silence of the room was ominous as they led the man to it.

“You can’t lock me in a freezer,” he blubbered, body jerking as he tried to fight out of their grip and run. But Luke was too strong for him and Leia was too quick to open the freezer door.

“They’ll find me! They can watch the cameras to see where I went! To see who took me.”

“Yeah that’s not going to happen,” Leia sighed, already scrolling through her phone to line up her next song that would be blasting through her earphones.

“Why not?” The alpha asked, his voice high with panic as he began to register that they were not going to change their minds about locking him inside the freezer. Especially not when Luke was beginning to close the door.

“Our great grandfather owns this chain of stores, he’ll delete the footage for us,” Leia said, voice sickly sweet as she batted her eyelashes at the man. His eyes widened, going alight with fear as he suddenly sprinted to the freezer door. He was only a second too late as his hands only made contact with solid metal, the fridge door now fully sealed.

It was well insulated, Luke mused, he couldn’t even hear a muffled scream.

He turned back to Leia, whose music was already blaring so loud he could hear it bleeding through her earphones.

“Does he really own the store?” Luke asked, having been unaware that their great-grandfather owned the supermarket. He knew the man was filthy rich, but owning a grocery chain seemed so…beneath him. Their great-grandfather was count of Serenno, Luke couldn’t picture him owning some store where all the workers were gangly teenagers earning minimum wage.

“Force Luke, do you not listen to a word he says whenever he comes over?”

Truthfully no. 

“He bought the chain sometime after Cal was born. When Mum began to grow antsy and wanted to do the food shopping himself.”

Luke grumbled, his ego slightly bruised at the condescending tone Leia was using. It wasn’t his fault she was Grandfather Dooku’s favourite, Luke much preferred the eccentric ways of Grandpa Jinn.

No one else bothers them as they make their way back to the sweets aisle, their alpha scents sweetening as they see their mother and brother in the same spot they left them, with no more foreign alphas trying to make a move on the redhead omega.

“Would you still like those sweets, baby?” Obi-Wan asked Cal, moving the boy out from where he had been cuddled into his mother’s chest and tilting his head upwards. The fluorescent lights of the supermarkets caused Cal’s wet cheeks to sparkle. Luke almost wished he’d had the chance to beat up that disgusting alpha before they’d put him in the freezer.

“No,” Cal mumbled, his voice still wobbly and nasally from his stuffy nose and shaky breathing. “I don’t like them anymore.”

Luke’s heart broke and he could see the way Leia’s face crumpled as well, the two of them both concerned. Those had been Cal’s favourite sweets for months now.

“How about a bag of chips then?” Their mother asked, a soft smile on his face as he tickled Cal on his neck, the omega obvious in his attempt to get his youngest son smiling and happy again. Luke could smell it, the slight undertone of rotting flowers in his scent, unable to be fully hidden by the sickly sweet scent of roses he was pumping out. 

Omega mothers could mask their true feelings by pumping out artificial pheromones that would help their children to calm down, to fool them into thinking everything was okay. But Luke was too old to fall for them now, he could always pick up the way it was just too sweet. Their mother was not doing as okay as he was trying to let on.

Luke could see it in the way his fingers were dancing across Cal’s shoulders, the way his eyes darted around the aisle madly, nervously searching for anyone else who wished to accost him and his children.

“The sea salt ones,” Cal nodded, scuffing his shoe against the floor, causing blue, pink and yellow lights to dance out from his heel. 

Despite the look, Obi-Wan sent the twins as he got up from his kneeling position, the omega didn’t ask what they’d done with the alpha until they were nearing the cash register and until Cal was walking far ahead of them. The tiny alpha hugging a bag of chips to his chest that was nearly half his height.

“What happened to him? The alpha?”

“You don’t need to worry about him mummy,” Leia said, voice sugary sweet as she pressed a kiss on their mother’s cheek. “We just told him off a little. Hey! Could I get some gum?”

Obi-Wan hesitated, his voice stumbling as he tried to form words before eventually pursing his lips and shaking his head, clearly deciding just to move on. Whether he came to that conclusion because he knew he would never get the full truth or because he desperately wanted to go home, Luke couldn’t tell. But judging by the bitter scent he was emanating, Luke knew his mother was still distressed.

“Of course, my darling. Get three packets so that you don’t run out before our next shop.” Even if she did run out, Luke knew their mother would go buy her more.

“I’ll drive home mum,” Luke said, his voice firm as he carried most of the bags of shopping out to the car.  

Obi-Wan sighed, turning to look at his son from where he was arranging bags in the boot. Luke was grateful when his mother didn’t fight him on it.

“Oh, will you? Thank you, Luke.” The omega cupped his eldest son’s cheek and rubbed circles into it, in awe of what a wonderful man he had raised. Luke let him revel in the soft touch for a moment, smiling as he kissed his mother's palm before the alpha laughed, moving away and telling them all to get in the car. He tickled Cal, calling him a slow poke.

The drive back home was peaceful, the view from the windows beautiful as they drove through wealthy streets with large houses and green foliage.

Leia elected to sit in the passenger seat, allowing their mother to sit in the back with Cal. 

Each time the car came to a stop at the red light, the twins would look towards their brother and mother through the rearview mirror. The sight of their mother, quiet and trying his best to suppress his distress as he stroked their little brother’s red hair. Cal was similarly subdued, lazily moving the arms of his stuffed bear around but not making up any of his usual crazy stories that he’d entertained everyone with on the way here.

Luke wasn’t surprised when Mum asked him and Leia to put away the shopping. He could see the way his mother reached out to pick up Cal, his feet dancing around, antsy to get to his room and his nest.

They said yes, of course, and the twins didn’t see Cal or their mother for three hours. 

Luke was sitting on his bean bag chair, playing video games with Din who was speaking to him through the mic. Leia was watching him, scoffing and saying that she could do better all while refusing to help him out.

“Fuck you Din—oh,” Luke had to swallow the other swear words about to leave his mouth when he saw Cal toddle in.

“‘Lo,” he mumbled, eyes still squinty as he climbed onto the couch and snuggled up to Leia.

Cal’s hair was sweaty and cheeks red, having just been let out of their mother’s nest as he now sat on the couch with a small bowl of his chips in his lap.

“Where’s mum?” Leia asked although they could already hear pots banging in the kitchen. 

“Cooking,” Cal said, voice muffled through the mouthful of chips he was crunching on.

Luke checked the time on his phone and saw that it was nearing dinner. Dad would be home soon.

“My babies.” 

Speak of the devil.

Their father walked in, a large grin on his face as he held out his hands, walking up to each of his children and squishing their cheeks together as he peppered kisses all over them.

“Daddy,” Cal squealed, pushing him away with salty crumb crumb-covered fingers.

“Did mummy buy you those at the shops?” Their father asked, face bright as he feigned excitement. The alpha faltered though, when he noticed how the mention of ‘the shops’ caused Cal’s milky pup scent to grow bitter.

“Yeah, I wanted sweets but then that weird man was there,” Cal hummed, looking back down and assessing his remaining chips for one that didn’t have any weird marks on it.

“A weird man you say?” Anakin hummed, turning to look at the twins with a raised brow and a dark glint in his eyes, silently demanding them to tell him everything.

The teenage alphas both fidgeted, looking pointedly (Leia) and nervously (Luke) towards Cal who was still pouting as he complained about all his chips being burnt.

Their father was intimidating, especially in his finely pressed suit and golden watch, having just returned from work. But their mother could be far scarier. Especially when it concerned them saying inappropriate things around the baby of the family.

The brunet alpha rolled his eyes and turned back to Cal.

“Cal I need you to tell me everything about who was being weird with mummy.”

“But why? Mummy said to forget about it. We cuddled in his bed and then we were both okay.”

“Sometimes your mummy isn’t very good at taking care of himself, so we have to do it instead.”

“It’s fine Dad,” Luke said, returning to his game.

“We’ve already dealt with him.”

Their father turned to look back at Luke, an intrigued look in his eyes as he hummed and then turned back to Cal.

“I think Luke needs some help with his game doesn’t he baby?”

Luke could hear Cal’s giggles and it made him smile, it was the first time he’d heard the boy laugh since that man from the store.

“Yeah he does, Din has been beating him. But can you take my chips, Daddy?”

“I’ll eat them!” Leia squawked, taking the bowl from the boy. 

“What! You like the brown ones? That’s gross!”

Their squabbling faded to the background as Anakin walked over to Luke, sitting down and leaning against his bean bag.

“What did you two do?” He said in a low voice.

“Put him in the freezer.”

From the corner of his eye, he could see his father’s grin grow. It was almost creepy how wide it was and Luke briefly felt bad for his mother.

“Good boy,” Anakin said, ruffling his son’s blond waves and scenting him. Luke revelled in it, despite knowing he was perhaps a bit too old to enjoy being scented like a puppy.

“Now let me talk to Din while I kick his ass,” his father said, holding out his hand for the controller. Luke huffed and feigned annoyance, but he truly did need help beating his alpha friend.

“Does mum know you are here playing games against teenagers?”

His father just threw his head back and laughed, his fingers already moving quickly across the controller. 

Luke heard another laugh from behind them, a brighter, softer one. He turned and saw his mother standing there, looking down at them fondly. Luke sent him a pleading look and the omega just chuckled, shaking his head as he walked closer, kneeling to place a kiss on Luke’s hair.

“Thank you for taking care of it baby.”

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Leia hated nights like these.

As a child, she loved student parent-teacher evenings. She would be ecstatic over the opportunity to show her mother how much she’d done over the year. The little girl would race around the classroom, telling her mother all about her classmates, which ones she despised and which ones she didn’t mind sharing her homemade cookies with.

Leia would shove every piece of artwork she’d made in her mother’s face and revel in the praise her mother would shower in.

But now she hates these meetings. Precisely because she was no longer that innocent child

As she grew older, she picked up on more things. Like how her teachers seemed far more interested in her mother than they did in Leia, or how her mother’s smile was always tight and his scent slightly bitter as the atmosphere in the classroom verged on uncomfortable.

This night was no different.

It started out the same, Leia dressed in her uniform, a blue checkered dress, a white ribbon in her eye and black shinybuckled shoes. The prim and proper uniform befitting of the elite all-girls school her parents sent her to. 

She loved this school, she really did. In the beginning, when it was just her and her mother she took him around to all the glass cabinets, showing him the many accomplishments she boasted. 

“Mum, mum!” Leia said, excitedly running towards a large wooden plaque with golden words embossed on it. “That’sme! School captain!” The way she was bouncing on her feet and glancing back towards her mother was really quite reminiscent of a child, but Leia couldn’t find it in herself to care. Her mother’s face never hardened, it only softened as he took in her behaviour. Leia knew that her mother would never begrudge her childishness, instead, he found comfort in it. Comfort that his girl would remain little for a while longer.

“My star,” he hummed, pressing a kiss against her pale cheek. “I should’ve known my little girl would become school captain.” He sighed fondly, looking up at where ‘Leia Skywalker’ had been written under the upcoming captains for 2025.

“What, you could’ve guessed that on my first day? When you braided ribbons into my hair and I had my stuffed bunny with me at all times?” The girl scoffed in amusement. 

“I could’ve guessed it when, on your first day, you kicked a little boy for daring to touch your bunny,” her mother chuckled softly, staring down at her fondly. Leia liked her mother’s laugh, it was soft and sweet, like little bells chiming.

Leia smiled back, cuddling into her mother’s side as Obi-Wan wrapped an arm around her shoulders. They stayed there for a moment, the girl adjusting the angle of her nose so that it was right in her mother’s neck, allowing her to take in deep lungfuls of his sweet rose and lily scent.

The omega squeezed her lightly before saying, “I think it’s time for my meeting with your teacher.”

Leia grumbled as her mother let go of her and began walking down the hallway, stopping halfway once he noticed she wasn’t following.

“But,” she hesitated, images of all the past, disastrous parent-teacher meetings running through her head. “Do we have to go?”

Obi-Wan shook his head fondly and held out his hand, Leia jogged to catch up to him and intertwined her fingers with his. 

“Of course. I want to hear all about how amazing my only daughter is, you know.”

Leia pouted, her lip gloss no longer as shiny with all the times she had bitten her lips, her nerves had been building up all evening to this moment.

The door swung open as soon as they arrived, and her teacher, Ventress, standing there with a large grin on her face.

“You must be Ms Kenobi?” She purred. Leia’s nose scrunched. Was she wearing scent-enhancing perfume? The scent of foreign fruits and smoke was almost choking.

“It’s Mrs Skywalker actually,” Leia interrupted, crossing her arms as she glared up at her teacher. She didn’t like Ventress, the female alpha had had an issue with Leia ever since the year began when the girl had called out her unfair marking.

“Oh! My mistake,” the teacher chuckled, bringing her hand up to her mouth as if embarrassed. But Leia saw the dirty look Ventress sent her way. “On Leia’s file, you are marked down as Ms Kenobi.”

“Am I?” Obi-Wan asked, red brows furrowing as his mouth pursed in thought. “Oh well, that must be an error. I assure you, Master Ventress, I am very happily married to Leia’s father,” he said fondly, stroking Leia’s hair. 

“Yes, I can tell she’s been raised in a very…happy home,” Ventress said, the smile on her lips tight as though it pained her to say such words.

The air in the room grew awkward the longer they were standing there, Leia’s teacher just running her eyes up and down her mother, having not moved out of the door frame to let them in.

Leia coughed, not pointedly clearing her throat because her mother would have told her not to be rude, but she made sure to feign a loud enough cough that reminded her teacher of why they were there.

She jumped, plastering that fake smile all over her face again. 

“Ah yes, shall we sit?” She gestured towards the centre of the room where a table and three chairs had been laid out.

Leia’s fists clenched when her mother walked past and she saw her teacher’s eyes zero in on the omega’s backside. 

Her teacher quickly followed, grabbing onto the chair before the redhead could and pulling it out. Her mother hesitated before thanking her and seating himself down gracefully.

Leia huffed and sat down in the chair next to him, giving her a perfect angle of the way he fidgeted with the folds of his dress. 

“Leia is a remarkable student,” Ventress began, though her tone was absent-minded as she flicked through her pages of notes carelessly. 

“She’s intelligent, driven albeit she can be rather… spirited,” her teacher spat out the last word as if it was a piece of filth.

Her mother’s hand reached over to grab hers and Leia was grateful for the tight squeeze her mother sent her. She liked to think she didn’t care what people thought of her, but it was hard sometimes, especially when people talked of her failures to her mother. Her kind, patient, caring mother.

“A gift from her father, no doubt. One that we love very much.”

“Oh I wouldn’t discredit yourself, Mrs Skywalker,” her teacher suddenly perked up, acting as though ‘spirit’ was a positive trait that her mother shouldn’t be upset he lacked. 

“I’m sure you can be rather feisty yourself, in some rooms more than others,” she winked. 

Leia fought the urge to vomit all over the table. The blatant flirting was revolting and incredibly disrespectful.

“I don’t think that’s very appropriate, Master Ventress,” Leia said airily, turning up her nose and ignoring the way her mother’s hand tightened around hers, a silent warning not to antagonise her teacher any further.

Obi-Wan shot Leia a look, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Leia, please," he murmured, though, with the way his scent sweetened, she could tell he appreciated her defence more than he'd admit.

“I must say Mrs Skywalker, it’s rare to see an omega with such poise. It’s devastating that we don’t get to see more of you.”

“Have you ever considered joining the academy’s parent council? I'm sure your insights would be invaluable. And, of course, I'd be happy to mentor you in navigating the system."

That was a lie. Her mother engaged in every part of the school community. From running bake stalls to volunteering on their colour fun runs and swimming carnivals, her mother was always there. It had become a popular discussion point among the teenage students, the girls always fawning over what a lovely mother Leia had. 

And the offer of helping her mother out personally made her blood boil.

“I appreciate the offer, but,” her mother hesitated, pink tongue licking his lips. “I feel I engage quite a lot and I’ve got a young child at home so I just don’t have the time for anything more.”

“Ah yes, Leia has spoken of her two siblings. A house full of alphas,” Ventress tutted. “I wonder, do you not find it stifling?”

“Absolutely not! I adore my children and my husband.”

“Of course! I’m sure you do,” the way she said it sent a chill down Leia’s spine. It was in that condescending way Alphaoften spoke to omegas when they said something that they found ridiculous. As if they found the omega’s words amusing and stupid.

Her teacher found her mother’s love for their family stupid.

Her mother breathed in deeply before sending a wobbly smile at Ventress. “I’d prefer to focus on Leia if that’s okay?” 

Her mother was too good. Too much of an angel.

Ventress tilted her head, clearly debating whether to press her luck further. Finally, she sighed and gestured toward a datapad on her desk. "Fine. Let’s talk about Leia, then. Her tactical analysis is exceptional, and her essays are some of the best I’ve seen. But her willingness to collaborate with peers... well, that leaves something to be desired. She tends to overpower them, call their work ‘lacking’ and then complete it all herself."

Leia stiffened. "I work fine with people who aren’t idiots."

Obi-Wan placed a calming hand on her arm. "Leia," he said softly before turning back to Ventress. "Perhaps more group projects would encourage her to develop those skills. She responds well to challenges."

Ventress smirked. "A brilliant suggestion. You always have such thoughtful ideas, Master Kenobi." Her tone was honeyed, and she leaned forward slightly, her gaze flicking to Obi-Wan's lips.

Leia stepped in front of her mother, effectively blocking Ventress's line of sight. "If we're done here, I'll be sure tocollaborate with my classmates, provided they keep up. Anything else?"

Ventress's smirk widened. "No, that will be all. For now.”

Obi-Wan placed a gentle hand on Leia's shoulder, steering her toward the door. "Thank you for your time, Master Ventress," he said, his voice as smooth and polite as ever.

“Of course Mrs Skywalker,” the female alpha replied, resting a pale hand on his shoulder, her sharp purple nails glinting in the light. Leia’s eyes squinted as she saw her teacher slip a piece of paper into her mother's hand,

“In case you need to get out,” Ventress murmured.

Leia didn't know exactly what the slip of paper said, but she picked up on the way her mother’s scent soured.

Even though the redhead omega kissed her hair and gave her plenty of hugs before they got in the car, Leia could tell something was wrong. Her mother felt flat, the energy and joy he’d had walking down these same corridors earlier that day was gone.

The drive home was silent except for the pop music Leia put on the radio.

Leia was unbuckling her shoes, feet sore after having worn them all day when her mother reached out and traced short, trimmed nails over her pale forearm.

The girl looked up, concerned as her mother sat in the driver's seat, one hand on the wheel as they remained in the parking space, her mother with a far away look in his eyes.

“You’ve been quiet,” Leia said, her sharp brown eyes running over him as she flared her nostrils, trying to take in more of her mother’s scent in the hope that it would give her clues as to what was wrong.

The omega sighed softly. 

“I’ve just been thinking, darling,” he said, his voice low.

“About what?” Leia asked, frowning.

Her mother hesitated, turning to gaze out the window. "Do you think your father is... too much? Too possessive? Too restrictive?”

Leia stammered, the questions having caught her so off guard that for a moment she wondered if her mother was going crazy.

“What?”

“I know he hovers, how he insists on knowing where I am at all times. I’ve never stopped to wonder if perhaps you and your brothers worry about me. And if…” he trailed off, his expression softening and crumpling into something painfully vulnerable.

“If you look down on me for staying home. For being everything the stereotypes claim omega’s are.”

Leia’s jaw dropped. “Mum, are you serious right now? Do you hear yourself?”

Obi-Wan frowned slightly, taken aback by her tone. “I just don’t want you two to feel embarrassed or as though you can’tspeak out against your father. I know times have changed and I don’t want you two to look down on me and see someone small, someone who has let himself be caged?"

Leia's shoe dropped to the car floor, forgotten as she leaned over to clutch at her mother’s shoulders. "Mum, stop!"

Obi-Wan started, his brow furrowing as he glanced at her again. "Leia—"

"No, seriously," Leia interrupted, her voice firm but not unkind. "You think I’d ever look down on you? You’re my mother, and you’re the strongest person I know."

Obi-Wan’s cheeks flushed faintly at her fervour, but he shook his head. "I don’t mean physically, Leia. I mean… I chose to stay home with you, Luke and Cal, and I adore that life, but there are times when I wonder if maybe I’m a little too…submissive. If it makes you and Luke feel as though I wouldn’t support you. That I wouldn’t stand up for you."

Leia stared at him, utterly baffled. "Mum, are you joking? You run the entire household. Nothing happens without your say-so. Dad may look all big and intimidating and flash his money around, but everyone knows you’re the one who truly runs the show."

She chuckled, remembering all the times she and her father had butted heads. They used to have awful debates, with raised voices and snapping jaws. Leia remembered the way one look from her mother would have her father sulking, tucking his tail between his legs and ending the argument, agreeing that Leia was right, no matter what she had said.

Obi-Wan’s lips parted slightly in surprise. "Leia, I—"

"And if you did decide you wanted to work or do something outside the home," Leia continued, her voice growing fiercer,"Dad wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. You’d look at him, raise one eyebrow, and he’d fold like a piece of paper. We both know it."

Obi-Wan couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped him, though his expression remained tinged with doubt. "That’s a bit of an exaggeration."

"It’s really not," Leia said firmly, twisting in her seat to face him more fully. "You’re not just some stereotypical omega wife, Mum. You’re the heart of our family. You’re the reason Luke and I have grown up into decent people and Cal is…getting there I guess,” she teased. The omega laughed and shook his head. Leia and Cal normally got along fine, but just that morning Cal had flipped her bowl of cereal upside down because she had gotten the names of his pony dolls wrong.

“And you’ve always been there for dad, even when he’s being... well, dad. " She softened, reaching over to rest a hand on his arm. "We love you so much. All of us. And not once have I ever thought less of you for the choices you’ve made. Neither has Luke. I promise."

Obi-Wan swallowed, his fingers flexing slightly on the controls before letting go and pulling Leia into his arms. The position was slightly uncomfortable as her waist dug into the centre console but she snuggled into him all the same, relishing in the way his scent sweetened and his body released all the built-up tension. "Thank you, Leia," he said softly."That means more than you know."

Leia smiled. "Anytime, Mum. Just promise me something?”

"What’s that?" Obi-Wan asked, glancing at her with a small, curious smile.

"Don’t let Dad hear you talking like this," Leia said with a grin. "He’ll have a meltdown thinking he’s done something to make you unhappy, and I will have to deal with the fallout."

Obi-Wan laughed, the sound light and genuine this time. "Noted.”

“Oh and if you ever did decide to go to work, try to find a job where Cal could go with you. I don’t think he’d survive without having you by him 24/7,” she shuddered just at the thought. 

Cal had been born premature and sickly, the tiny pup only survived thanks to their mother and the unique bond between a mother and pup. Three years later Cal was still very dependent and clingy with their mother, Obi-Wan had told her many times that he didn’t want it any other way. He adored his youngest child, Cal had been a blessing after the stress that washaving twins at only twenty-two.

Her mother laughed once more before smiling fondly at her, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “You truly are your father’s daughter."

"And proud of it," Leia said, leaning back in her seat with a satisfied expression. "But I’m proudest of being yours."

Their sweet moment was interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming and tiny feet pattering against the concrete.

“Mummy!”

“Cal? What are you still doing awake?” The omega gasped, opening the car door and picking the toddler up.

“Couldn’t sleep, Daddy didn’t read the stories right.”

Leia was grateful for her younger brother’s distraction. It allowed her to investigate and find that slip of paper. 

Her mother had been alright until he’d received it, so that had to be the reason behind his sudden mood change and the strange insecurities he had spoken of.

She found it scrunched up in the centre console.

It was a number for an omega-safe house.

A house for omegas fleeing abusive, dangerous alpha mates.

That’s what her teacher thought of her mother, that he was in danger.

Leia scoffed, Ventress wouldn’t know a loving relationship if it hit her in the face. The girl knew that if she walked into her house, she’d find her father playing his music and twirling her mother around, the two of them softly dancing as they always did at this time of night.

She stormed into the house, the concrete cold underneath her socked feet.

“Angel,” she could hear her father whine, the record player was already on and was playing some romantic song from the sixties. Leia walked into the living room to see him clinging onto his wife’s hand, only one of them since Cal was still being carried in Obi-Wan’s other arm.

“I’ll put Cal to bed and then I’ll be back, okay,” her mother said, voice soft as though he was speaking to one of his children, although with the kicked puppy look on her father’s face, she guessed he wasn’t too far off.

Cal kicked his legs around happily, squealing as their father ran up and tickled him, dramatically calling out that his youngest son had stolen his wife from him.

“Night night Daddy!” The red-haired haired called out, waving cutely at his father who waved enthusiastically back.

“Night night Lei,” Cal waved to his sister, head falling into the crook of their mother’s neck. 

Leia waved back fondly, her anger briefly dissipating as she watched her brother be put half to bed simply by breathing in their mother’s scent.

She couldn’t believe how her teacher ever assumed he was trapped in this family.

“How was the meeting?” Her father asked, gently reaching up to take Leia’s hair out of her neat ponytail.

“My teacher gave Mum this,” she grumbled, placing the piece of paper into her father’s hand, whose scent soured as he read the words. “She also flirted with him all night, even made insinuations as to his behaviour in the bedroom. ” 

He hummed, turning the piece of paper between his fingers. 

“Would you happen to know where this teacher of yours lives?” 

She nodded. It had been part of the emergency packet handed out at the beginning of the school year. Their mother had been uncertain about it, asking if it was a safety hazard for all the parents to be given such a thing.

Leia knew that not all the parents received it, only them. At the request of her father.

“It’s in the drawer by the front door.”

At that moment, her mother walked back into the living room.

“Oh, what happened to our dance?”

Anakin opened his arms as he walked towards the omega, cupping the man’s soft cheeks and standing there for a moment before placing a searing kiss upon his lips.

“I’m sorry my darling but I must go somewhere with Leia.”

“What for?” The omega said, glancing suspiciously between the two of them

“Ice cream!” Leia quickly answered. She and her father always went out for late-night sweets runs, she knew it wouldn’t be too suspicious of an alibi.

“Okay,” the redhead smiled. “Could you get me some? Pistachio please.”

“I’ll bring you back three tubs,” the elder alpha said as he turned to fetch his keys and coat.

“Oh Anakin really, that’s far too much,” her mother protested, but it fell on deaf ears as Leia and Anakin shared a look, vowing silently between them to get him four.

“We won’t be long,” he cheered, waving goodbye to the omega as they left the grand house.

“Can I use the axe?” Leia chirped, rocking on her feet in excitement. She only asked once she knew the door was shut for certain and there was no risk of her mother overhearing them. She didn’t know how much her mother knew of their activities, but she still wouldn’t like to break the illusion of her being her mother's sweet girl.

“You can use whatever you want, baby girl. She’s your teacher so she’ll be your kill,” her father leaned down and whispered to her, smirking with glee.

It was the same smile he gave an hour later, when every inch of her teacher’s room had been covered in blood, not a single limb left attached to the alpha, and yet her father gave her that smile to tell her to keep going.

That morning Leia wandered into the kitchen, already dressed in her uniform with her hair brushed but not yet put up into a hairstyle. Her mother always did it for her.

The omega in question was still dressed in his fluffy pink dressing gown and was occupied at the stove, cooking up a mountain of French toast.

“Good morning love,” he hummed, taking his eyes off the stove for barely a minute before turning back to it.

She mumbled back a good morning before leaning across to swipe a piece of egg off Luke’s plate. The boy just grumbled but let her take it without much retribution.

She didn’t dare take any from Cal’s plate but the boy offered her some bacon anyway, a ‘prize’ for getting all his pony’s names right this morning. 

Her mother sighed, picking up the plate of toast and walking around the table, he placed it down before sitting in the seat beside Leia’s, taking her hand.

“I’ve got some awfully upsetting news to tell you, Leia.”

“What is it?” She already had a feeling she knew.

“It’s about your teacher.” Her stomach grumbled and she eyed the plate of French toast.

“The school called and let us know that she was found dead in her house this morning.”

“That’s awful,” she cleared her throat, grateful for her phenomenal acting skills and the ability to create tears at her own command.

“Oh baby,” her mother cooed, taking her into his arms. Her mother was warm and soft, smelling of sweet flowers and for a moment Leia wished she was still as small as Cal so that she could be the one spending the day at home with her mother by her side at all times. 

“This must be very upsetting for you, especially since we were the last ones to meet her last night” Leia nodded, sending a small smirk at Luke as he squinted at her

“Do you think I could— that I could have the day off? I just don’t know how I’ll cope being there knowing I was the last one to see her alive,” she sniffled, reaching up a hand to wipe away her tears. Leia was really pulling out all the stops.

Her mother hushed her, pulling up her face from his chest and wiping away her tears for her. “Of course,” he nodded, eyes soft and full of so much concern that she almost felt guilty for hiding the truth from him.

“I’ll go call the school and let them know,” Leia nodded weakly, only maintaining her broken act until he had left the room. 

Once her mother was well and truly out of sight, she resumed eating her French toast, wolfing down slice after slice.

“It was you and dad wasn’t it? That’s where you two went.”

“So?” Leia shrugged, words muffled around pieces of sticky bread. “She had given mum a number to an omega helpline. Her attempts at flirting with him were disgusting”

“I’m not pissed that you two did it, I’m pissed I wasn’t invited,” Luke mumbled, glancing towards Cal who was too busy decorating his pony’s hair with strawberry jam. 

The next time Leia tried to steal some eggs, Luke vehemently refused, even going so far as to eat in the living room to get away from her. 

“Lukey is being a drama queen,” Leia mocked her twin brother to Cal, who just giggled and repeated the words in a sing-song voice. 

When their mother returned, it was to Leia helping him remove the sticky jam from his pony’s hair. 

“You are such an angel, my Leia,” he whispered into her hair as he hugged his daughter to his chest.

“My sweet girl.”

Chapter Text

There was nobody Ahsoka loved more than her brother-in-law. 

She loved him from the day her brother brought him home. Ahsoka could still remember it. 

She had only been fifteen, a small alpha excited to see her brother again. She’d heard all the classic updates from their parents, news about how wonderful he’d been running the business, how handsome he was but her brother was an awful texted and that meant all the details about the more interesting things, like his love life, she knew nothing about.

Ahsoka was far more interested in meeting the omega he was bringing home for the summer, and truthfully, she had been rather scared.

Her friends had all told stories of vain omegas only interested in their appearance and how much money was in their accounts. Of cruel in-laws who were only in the relationship to leech off their money.

Ahsoka had prayed and prayed that her brother’s omega would be nothing like Bariss’ sibling’s. She prayed that Anakin’s partner would not steal him away from the rest of his family.

She’d almost steeled herself in preparation for meeting an omega of those sorts. Ahsoka had stayed up all night, creating plans on how she would scare her brother’s partner away.

But Ahsoka hadn’t been expecting the pretty pretty redhead with a permanent smile etched on his face.

Nor had she been expecting the omega to squeal her name and bring her into a hug, telling her how excited he was to meet her and that he had so many activities planned to do with her, only if she wanted to of course.

Ahsoka remembered hardly being able to speak and only burying her nose deeper into the omega’s neck, inhaling that sweet scent of roses and lilies straight from the source.

The young alpha girl hadn’t left the omega’s side once that summer. It had caused her to receive lots of complaints from her brother but she didn’t care, not when Obi-Wan would scold him for being childish and bring her closer, allowing her to cuddle him to her heart's content.

So yes, there was no one dearer to her than her brother-in-law, who still would drop everything to help her. He’d been the one to help her find the perfect house, he’d been the one to help her move in and drive all her surfboards and water gear up when her car proved too small.

He’d even driven the two hours up the coast to sleep in her new house with her when she grew lonely and scared. Obi-Wan had been five months pregnant at the time with the twins, and yet the omega still left the comfort and safety of his nest to stay with her. 

“Ahsoka? You’re not out in the water?” Ahsoka laughed at the shocked expression on the omega’s face as she walked up the beach to the spot of sand their family had claimed for themselves.

The omega, as always, had made it beautiful. Setting up cabanas and colourful towels, providing each person with their own space and shade. There were three coolers, which Ahsoka knew would have the most delicious sandwiches she’d ever tasted inside.

“I just wanted to hang out with my favourite person,” she cheered, setting her surfboard down on the sand.

The omega gave her a blinding smile, shifting slightly on the lounge chair where he sat with a book on his lap and patted the space beside him.

Ahsoka giggled as she bypassed him and instead picked up his mini-him. Cal grumbled, his body resembling that of a cat as she picked him up and held him in her arms. 

“Auntie Soka,” he whined. Pudgy little arms reaching back towards his buckets and spades, Ahsoka looked down and laughed as she saw that he was just about to finish. “I was busy.”

“Oh yes,” she nodded. “You were busy building the most perfect sandcastle I’ve ever seen but unfortunately for you,” she hummed, poking his little nose. “It’s time for auntie cuddles.”

The toddler fussed a little more but eventually gave up the act and melted into her arms. He was just too cute, with his chubby cheeks and red waves. She rubbed her cheek against his. The tiny pup smelt of sunscreen, lilies and salt

“I see,” the omega said, leaning forward as Ahsoka sat on the edge of the lounge chair. “So I’ve been replaced by my own baby,” he teased.

“Oh, you didn’t know? Your reign as my favourite ended the moment Cal came into this world.”

Obi-Wan Sat up slightly, mock offence plastered on his face as he lowered his sunglasses. “What a betrayal! How could you replace me? After all I’ve done for you!”

“Can you blame me?” She poked Cal’s cheek lightly. “He’s adorable and actually likes to play instead of lounging on chairs looking like they belong in a vacation catalogue,” Ahsoka scoffed, a smile on her face to let Obi-Wan know she was just joking.

Truthfully, she admired her brother-in-law. Every inch of him. Even years after their first meeting he was still just as beautiful, his body still slim and perfect.

Cal’s eyes widened, and he lifted his head from Ahsoka’s chest, looking up at her with big, confused eyes.

Cal glanced between the two of them as they continued their spar, his little brow furrowing.

“Mummy?” He asked softly, placing his sand-covered hands on Ahsoka’s chest as he leaned backwards. The alpha had to scramble to tighten her grip on the boy.

He shook his head so hard that his pink water hat fell off and was now hanging around his neck by the yellow string.

“Auntie Soka still loves you mummy!”

“Oh my sweet boy,” Obi-Wan cooed, his brows furrowing as he leaned forward and stroked Cal’s freckled cheek.

“I know, Auntie Soka and I are just being silly.”

“Yes, very very silly!” The alpha exclaimed, bouncing the boy up and down in her lap until a small smile appeared on his face and replaced his previous one of hurt. “I love your mummy more than anything,” Ahsoka said earnestly, kissing the top of Cal’s head.

Cal’s worried expression fully disappeared now as his smile grew. He squirmed out of Ahsoka’s arms and instead plopped himself into Obi-Wan’s with the reckless enthusiasm that only a toddler could possess.

His mother caught him effortlessly, pulling the boy close and wiping sweaty locks from his forehead.

“Silly mummy and silly Soka,” the redhead mumbled as he rubbed his cheek into his mother’s neck, the scent of lilies and roses growing stronger and even causing Ahsoka to feel drowsy under the weight of soft, maternal pheromones.

She laid down, resting her head on the omega’s leg.

“Might as well make myself comfortable too,” she said with a teasing grin, turning her head to watch Cal who was fiddling with the straps of Obi-Wan’s swim top and gave her a matching grin.

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest. Instead, he shifted slightly to accommodate her, one hand drifting to her braids, tucking loose strands back behind her ears.

With practised ease, he began scratching gently, knowing the exact spots that Ahsoka found the most soothing.

He used to do this all the time for her, especially when she was in her last year of high school and was always stressed over exams and parents who just didn't understand that she had no clue what to do with her life yet.

Her brother-in-law had been her haven back then, always ready to welcome her with open arms.

“You do realise that you're utterly spoiled,” Obi-Wan said, but Ahsoka could hear his voice full of affection. “Between you and Cal, I hardly get a moment's peace.”

“Because we know you love it,” Ahsoka quipped, cracking one eye open.

Obi-Wan chuckled, dipping his head to press another kiss to Cal’s curls before turning his attention back to her. “You’re not entirely wrong. You’ll always be my first baby, after all.”

Ahsoka snorted but didn’t argue, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she relaxed further under his gentle touch.

Cal, still cuddled securely in Obi-Wan’s arms, peeked at Ahsoka from the safety of his mother’s embrace. “’Soka sleepy?”

“Yes, Cal,” Obi-Wan replied, humour twinkling in his eyes. “And very needy, just like you.”

“I’m not needy,” Ahsoka mumbled, voice muffled by Obi-Wan’s leg. “And don’t you want to finish your sand castle Cal?”

The little alpha gasped before wriggling out of his mother’s arms, tiny feet trodding all over Ahsoka as he fought his way off the lounge chair.

“Careful baby,” Obi-Wan called out but Cal was soon giggling and occupied with his sand activities. Leaving his old spot by Obi-Wan free for Ahsoka to move into.

“Oh, I see,” Obi-Wan laughed. “You just wanted his spot.”

Ahsoka hummed non committedly, neither confirming nor denying but she did move into the omega’s arms all the same.

They lay there in silence for a while, taking in the sounds of the ocean and the rattling of Cal’s plastic sand toys.

“How are Luke and Leia going?” The twins had been obsessed with learning to surf ever since their first time visiting the beach and watching their Aunt catch wave after wave. The very next day they had started lessons with her and now they were both brilliant.

“They caught some great ones earlier but now the waters are a bit calmer. Not many good ones are coming.” she shrugged, playing with the omega’s slim fingers on the hand that wasn’t currently wrapped around her shoulders. She frowned at the state of his nails and made a note to pester her brother to pay for Obi-Wan to get them done.

“Did they? I must’ve missed it because Anakin was bothering me.”

Ahsoka laughed, glancing up and catching Obi-Wan’s eye roll. He met her stare and giggled before jostling her shoulders.

“What was he doing?”

“He thought it appropriate to try to touch my—“

“Well hello there sweet thing.”

Ahsoka felt her hackles rise, her instincts screaming at the intrusion. She shifted to sit up, placing herself closer to Obi-Wan and Cal, her eyes narrowing. “Can we help you?” she asked, her voice flat and cold.

“I’m just admiring the sight,” the deep voice drawled. The stranger, an unfamiliar alpha, was standing at the edge of the lounge chair, his arms crossed as he looked down cockily at them. “A beautiful omega, in such a… well-fitting swimsuit.”

Ahsoka bristled as she smelt the way Obi-Wan’s scent started to turn into ashen, rotting flowers. Her protective instincts kicked into overdrive. This alpha was intruding on the soft, sacred space Obi-Wan had created for their little family, the one he’d been so proud of and had carefully crafted with everyone’s preferences in mind and now, he was fidgeting and glancing around, as though he wanted to run away from it.

Ahsoka would not stand for it.

“You’re not welcome here. Go away.”

The alpha’s gaze flicked to her briefly, amusement flickering in his eyes as though she were an amusing distraction. 

“Oh, I didn’t realise pups were playing protector these days,” he said with a condescending chuckle. “Run along, little one. I’m sure mummy doesn’t mind a bit of attention.”

Ahsoka’s eyes blazed her body tense. “I’m not a pup, and this isn’t your business,” she snapped, her voice low and dangerous. “My brother-in-law doesn’t appreciate your presence and neither does my nephew.”

A soft whimper caused all three adults to look towards Cal, who was staring at them with big, scared eyes as he gnawed nervously on his plastic spade. The acrid stench of a terrified pup was beginning to spread and Ahsoka winced, she didn’t understand how any alpha could smell that and not immediately recognise their faults.

“How cute,” the alpha cooed. He leaned down, brushing his lips against the omega’s ear. “Do you think you could pop out one of those for me?”

Obi-Wan’s lips tightened, his patience thinning as he propped himself up on the chair, the alpha backing up lightly. “I suggest you leave.”

“Oh c'mon darling, I’m just having a bit of fun. A pretty thing like you deserves some proper attention from people other than just pups.

"This is not proper attention," Obi-Wan said, his tone firm yet laced with icy civility. His eyes, normally warm, now gleamed with steel. "I am with my family, and your advances are unwelcome."

Ahsoka growled low in her throat, the sound purely instinctual. Her fists clenched as she fought the urge to leap to her feet and physically remove this alpha from their space.

She rose to her feet, forming a physical barrier between the scrawny alpha and Obi-Wan. 

"You heard him," she snapped, her voice low and dangerous. "You’re not wanted here. Go.”

The alpha held up his hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll go. No need to get all territorial.”

As the alpha turned to leave, Obi-Wan exhaled slowly, relieved to have the intrusion over with. But just as the stranger passed by Cal’s sandcastle, he stooped down and snatched up the little packet of biscuits that Obi-Wan had packed especially for the toddler, them being his favourite snack at the moment. 

The toddler’s mouth dropped as he watched the man steal his snack

“Hey!” Ahsoka snapped, stepping forward instinctively, but the alpha just smirked, popping a few of them in his mouth.  

“Relax,” he drawled. “I was just hungry. Since I can’t have the pretty omega, I’ll settle for these instead.” His voice was laced with mockery as he winked at Obi-Wan and strolled away, the stolen biscuits swinging casually from his hand.  

Obi-Wan stiffened, his lips pressing into a thin line, but before he could react, Ahsoka’s attention shifted to Cal.  

The little boy was kneeling by his sandcastle, leaning on a tiny plastic spade with a sad, confused expression. His wide blue eyes were fixed on the departing alpha, his lower lip trembling. “Biscuits?” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.  

Ahsoka’s blood boiled. Her hands curled into fists as a thousand ways to make the alpha regret his actions flooded her mind. Especially once she saw him sitting on the sand, still far too close for her liking, with a surfboard next to him.

But she forced herself to stay where she was. Now wasn’t the time for revenge—not with Obi-Wan and Cal both visibly upset.  

Instead, she turned to Obi-Wan, who had knelt by Cal and was already scooping him into his arms. “My darling,” Obi-Wan murmured, his voice soothing as he kissed Cal’s cheek, “don’t worry about the biscuits. We’ll get more. Mummy made sure to pack you plenty, I promise.”  

Cal sniffled, burying his face in Obi-Wan’s neck. “Why did he take them?” he asked softly, his small hands clutching the straps of his mother’s bikini.

“Because some people don’t know how to behave,” Obi-Wan replied gently, rubbing his son’s back. His expression was composed, but Ahsoka could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his free hand trembled slightly as he stroked Cal’s curls.  

Ahsoka crouched beside them, placing a hand on Obi-Wan’s arm and the other on Cal’s back. “Hey, Cal,” she said softly, “it’s okay. You’ve still got your sandcastle, and I bet we can find something even better than biscuits to snack on.”

Cal lifted his head slightly, his tear-streaked face looking at her with hesitant hope. 

Obi-Wan smiled, gently turning the puppy’s head back to him. “Do you know where daddy went, Cal?”

The small redhead shook his head.

“To get ice cream,” Obi-Wan whispered, his eyes bright with excitement.

“Ice cream?” Cal squealed.

“Uh huh, in fact, I think that’s him over there,” Obi-Wan pointed to a tall, bronzed figure in the distance. Ahsoka choked down a laugh as she noticed he was struggling to balance five ice creams, Leia not wanting one due to her newfound obsession with being vegan.

“How about you go get him, Cal?” 

The little boy took off at a sprint, his curls bouncing as he ran toward his alpha parent.

The omega watched them with a smile as Anakin knelt to greet their son, placing kisses along his cheeks and carefully handing him the ice creams so that he could pick the little alpha up in his arms instead. 

As soon as Cal was out of earshot and the two of them sitting back on the lounge chair, Ahsoka turned to the omega, her sharp gaze fixed on Obi-Wan. "Are you alright?" she asked immediately, her tone serious and tinged with concern.

Obi-Wan raised a brow, clearly surprised by the question. "Of course, Ahsoka. Why wouldn’t I be?"

Ahsoka frowned, sitting cross-legged and leaning closer. "That alpha just now. They were way out of line. And you—" She hesitated, scratching her nose as her sunscreen began to itch. 

“You just brushed it off like it was nothing."

Obi-Wan laughed lightly. “It was nothing. Just some young alpha who thought he had a chance. I’m fine, truly.”

But Ahsoka wasn’t convinced. "You shouldn’t have to put up with that kind of behaviour. It wasn’t just rude—it was disrespectful."

A small, tired smile touched the omega’s lips before he took her into his arms, the girl sniffled as she buried her face in the omega’s neck.

It’s not the first time, Ahsoka," he admitted softly. "And it won’t be the last. I’m used to it."

Ahsoka’s expression darkened, her hands clenched into fists on her lap. "That doesn’t make it okay," she said, her voice tight.

She hated how he was right.

His kind heart, sweet smile and beautiful phase seem to act as a beacon, constantly drawing alphas towards him like a moth to a flame.

She’d lost track of how many alphas she’d gotten into fights with over the years. How many times she’d dragged them into alleyways or helped Anakin get rid of the bodies of alphas who’d gone too far?

Obi-Wan was kind until the end, always telling them to right the alphas who’d accosted him, telling them that it didn’t matter as long as he had the alphas he truly cared about.

But that was the one thing she’d never agree with Obi-Wan about, which was okay, he didn’t have to know what they got up to.

“Cal told me something happened? Some alpha coming up to you, Angel?”

The girl looked up to see Anakin staring down at them, Cal in his arms already licking at his ice cream as Anakin held a cardboard container holding the other four.

“Oh Ani,” Obi-Wan chuckled fondly. “It was nothing, just some silly alpha.”

The omega’s husband raised a singular, well-plucked brow.

“Truly,” the omega assured him, standing up and laying a manicured hand on the alpha’s chest. Ahsoka giggled as she watched Anakin glance down at it, leaning his neck down to try to place a kiss on the pale hand.

He was so whipped.

Obi-Wan hummed in amusement, lifting his hand a bit higher so that Anakin could kiss it and nuzzle into it to his heart's delight. “The worst thing he did was steal Cal’s biscuits.”

The toddler pouted at the reminder.

“Want more biscuits,” the pup grumbled, taking small, almost petulant licks of his icecream.

“What?” Anakin laughed, jostling Cal in his arms once Obi-Wan took the four remaining treats off him. “Is the ice cream daddy got for you not good enough?”

Cal shook his head with a cheeky grin. “No, because it’s not from mummy.”

“I see,” The alpha sighed forlornly. “I can never beat your mummy, he always packs the perfect snacks.”

The look Anakin gave the omega was so mushy Ahsoka audibly gagged. It wasn’t any better that her brother smirked, leaning in to place a kiss on the omega’s lips that lasted way too long, in her opinion.

“My perfect omega,” he said softly, rubbing the redhead’s cheek.

“Ani,” Obi-Wan laughed, shaking his head in the way he always did whenever her brother complimented him, the omega never quite believing the praise they showered him with. “The ice creams, they will melt.” Obi-Wan protested, pouting up at his husband.

Anakin sighed dramatically, as though letting the omega out of his arms physically pained him, which knowing Anakin, it probably did.

“Ahsoka, do you want to go get the twins?” 

Ahsoka knew that look. Her brother didn't just want her to go get the twins, he wanted her to go after the alpha that accosted Obi-Wan, and she couldn't be happier for it. Her skin had been itching to chase after him ever since he left. His stone-cold expression and raised brow were all she needed as permission to go do it.

“Yeah sure,” she nodded, leaning in to scent Obi-Wan one final time. “I’ll probably head back out to the water anyway,” Ahsoka said nonchalantly, from the corner of her eye she could see the man crumpling the packet of biscuits and reaching for a surfboard. She scoffed as she saw him just bury it in the sand. 

“But your ice cream!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, sounding distraught at the idea of her not receiving her sweet treat.

The alpha just chuckled, shaking her head.

“Oh just give it to this little guy,” she said lightly, tickling Cal who had ice cream all over his face. 

“Are you sure?” The omega asked softly, almost seeming hesitant to let her go. 

“I’m a big girl now Obi,” she huffed, leaning in to rub their cheeks together. “I don’t need ice cream. I just need the surf,” she sighed dreamily, twisting Obi-Wan to face the clear blue water with waves that alternated between good for beginners and perfect for experienced surfers.

The omega sighed, his soft hand coming up to Ahsoka’s shoulder and pushing her lightly in encouragement.

“Off you go then my darling, I think that’s the twins over there.”

He pointed off in some direction but Ahsoka could spot them anyway. 

Leia was the only one with a hot pink wetsuit that had cheetah print on the sleeves and along the way, Luke had managed to pick up Din who was clutching the hand of a boy in green, frog goggles. It was Grogu, Cal’s best friend.

Ahsoka grabbed her board and began walking towards them, meeting each other halfway.

“I’m going back out. Something's…happened so I might be a while.”

Leia neatly plucked eyebrows pinched together. “Something happened?”

“An alpha who thought he had a chance with your mother, that’s all,” she said airily, mindful of the toddler who was currently swinging off his elder brother’s hand.

She could smell all three teenagers’ scent grow sour, all three alphas feeling threatened by the knowledge that someone had tried to harass Obi-Wan.

The small omega clutching Din’s hand didn’t seem to notice much though, beaming up at her as he squinted in the sun.

“Is Cal here? Can I go play with him?”

“He is,” she smiles, smacking her board lightly in enthusiasm. “Tell your brother and the twins to hurry up and take you to him.”

The little boy immediately started tugging Din in the direction of Obi-Wan’s little setup and Ahsoka took it as her sign to move along.

Luke reached out to grab her arm, preventing her from moving any further.

“We want to help get rid of him,” he said firmly.

Ashoka her head, feeling her wrapped braids hit her cheeks with how much force she put into it.

“Your mother and your father want you two up there. This is my own to eliminate.”

The twins both pouted, looking all too much like the small children she still remembered them as. 

They looked as though they were about to argue further until they heard their mother’s voice calling out for them.

“Fine,” Luke whined, leaving Ahsoka free to walk off.

The water was cool on her feet, but her wetsuit blocked off her body from feeling the rest of the chill. Rather, she was quite warm and was eager to submerge herself in the water again.

She grinned dangerously when she saw where the alpha from earlier was heading. 

Lying on his surfboard, he was paddling towards the far corner of the beach, a perfectly secluded spot with tall waves and no other surfers.

She was willing to bet that he didn’t know of the sharp, jagged rocks underneath the water at that end of the beach. 

Unfortunately for him, convenient for her.

Ahsoka paddled out on her surfboard, her muscles flexing as the salty breeze kissed her skin. The rhythmic pull of the water soothed her frayed nerves after the earlier encounter. She needed space to work through her frustration, to calm her simmering anger to make her next task go smoothly.

As she reached the area the other alpha was in, her jaw clenched at the sight of him.

He wasn’t very smooth with his paddling, she winced as he splashed around and sent water flying into her eyes.

He didn’t recognise her.  

Ahsoka gritted her teeth as he casually adjusted his board, clearly unaware of who she was. She wasn’t surprised; omegas like Obi-Wan were little more than objects to people like him. Not real individuals with lives, relationships, and families. And apparently, neither were protective "pups" who tried to stop him.  

She inhaled deeply, forcing herself to keep her composure. She’d never let someone like him see how angry she was—not directly.  

“Hey,” the alpha called out, flashing that same smarmy grin as he noticed her. “Didn’t expect anyone else this far out. You surf?”  

“I do,” Ahsoka said coolly, keeping her tone clipped. Why he bothered to ask her that question, she didn’t know. She was clearly lying on a surfboard.

He grinned wider, clearly not picking up on her irritation. “Good spot to catch the bigger waves. Nice to meet someone who can keep up. I don’t know why nobody else is out here.”

Her lip twitched in amusement, but she said nothing, instead paddling out a little farther, her focus on the water.  

He truly had no idea how dangerous this end of the water was.

He followed after her. “What’s your name?”  

Ahsoka ignored him, her mind already whirling. She had no plans to entertain his arrogance for long. As they lined up to catch the next wave, the alpha chuckled.  

“Not much for talking, huh? That’s fine. Let’s see what you’ve got out here. Looks like we’ve got some good ones coming in,” he called over to her, his grin wide as he casually straddled his board.

The wave began to swell, and Ahsoka shot forward on her board with practised precision. The alpha followed, but he lacked her finesse. She danced along the water, cutting sharp, clean lines as if the ocean itself obeyed her.  

In comparison, he caught the wave but floundered. 

Wave after wave, Ahsoka pushed herself upright, her movements fluid and practiced as she rode the wave with ease. Behind her, she could hear the alpha splashing into the same wave, struggling to keep up as she cut sharp, clean lines through the water.

When the wave died, she paddled back out, glancing briefly at the alpha as he flopped back onto his board. “Not bad,” he said, his voice laced with forced nonchalance. “You’ve got some moves. There’s still a few places I could offer you pointers—“

She scoffed, tuning the ridiculous alpha out. As if she needed advice from him.

On the next wave, she’d decided that that had been the last straw.

When he veered closer, likely trying to show off, Ahsoka swerved sharply, cutting dangerously close to him. She saw his surprise flicker before he laughed, thinking it was just a competitive challenge.  

“Alright, I see you!” he called, his voice cocky.  

She didn’t respond, instead banking hard to loop back toward him. Her board sliced through the water at a steep angle, the edge skimming so close to his that he had to adjust to avoid colliding.  

Ahsoka’s face remained impassive, her focus unshaken. She kept up her relentless pace, her board weaving too close for comfort, forcing him to adjust again and again. His confidence started to falter, his balance unsteady.  

She could smell his acrid distress cutting through the salty smell of the water.

On her final pass, she cut so close that the ripple of her board sent him careening off balance. The alpha wobbled, arms flailing as the wave overtook him. He fell hard, his board flipping out from under him.  

Ahsoka didn’t stop, but she glanced back just in time to see him crash into the jagged rocks beneath the shallow waves. The sound of his body hitting the stone hardly even made her wince, instead, she just watched as the water above his body slowly turned red. 

She slid off her board, taking a deep breath of hair before swimming down to where his unconscious body was floating.

His dead body it seems, for when she placed two fingers to his neck she could feel no pulse.

Rising back to the surface, she paddled swiftly back to shore, all the while screaming and waving, calling out for help.

“There’s a body by the rocks!”

Instantly, the beach seemed to jump into a flurry of motion. Lazy beachgoers jumping up from their sand-covered towels, mothers calling for their children to get out of the ocean.

Lifeguards quickly came up to her, giving her looks of pity and therapeutic touches as she blubbered out a tale of seeing the man by the rocks.

They began speaking into their small radios, calling out for jetties and helicopters. Anything that would help them find the man. Any report of a dead body had to be taken seriously. She could even hear some more audacious visitors whisper about a shark attack, that rumour was one the lifeguards seemed keen to shut down, so as to not cause mass panic. But she could see the way their fingers hovered over the buttons, considering closing the beach for the day.

One lifeguard even came out and asked for her story, giving her an emergency blanket as she must have given the performance of a lifetime of a panicking, scared girl.

She was unsurprised that Obi-Wan had noticed the action. The omega always seemed restless whenever a family member of his was in the ocean, too nervous that one sudden turn of the current would have them being washed out.

“Ahsoka!” He gasped, warm hands coming up to cup her cold cheeks. “Oh my darling,” he said, wrapping her into a hug which she gladly cuddled into.

She’d never deny comfort from her brother-in-law, especially when she was biting her tongue over what she had just done for him. 

Ahsoka wished that she could give him the comfort of knowing his harasser was gone.

But Anakin had forbidden all of them from discussing their… extracurricular activity with Obi-Wan. He had called the omega too sweet, too innocent to know about them.

“What happened, my dear?”

“A dead body, by the rocks,” she trailed off, making her voice small and weak, breaking and cracking as though she were a young alpha going through puberty again.

“Oh my brave, girl,” the omega said, his eyes tearful as he stroked her cheeks. 

“You must be absolutely terrified, come,”

She made a soft sound, pointing towards the lifeguards and newly arrived police. It was best she made a show of wanting to cooperate, a distraught young girl just wanting to help identify and bring honour to this man who must have suffered a painful death.

But the group, looking at the duo and seeing only a beautiful omega clearly caring for someone he considered a pup, simply waved them off. Asking Obi-Wan to take good care of her.

“Come on,” he said gently, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they walked back towards their cabana.

“The ice cream truck is still here and I think my sweet girl deserves one after everything that’s happened.”

She nodded, dropping her head to rest it upon his shoulders. Ahsoka could already see Leia and Luke staring smugly at her from where they were sitting on their beach towels, no doubt impressed with her acting skills and how easily she got away from the crowd of people investigating the man’s death.

Cal, the sweet thing, was cradled on Anakin’s chest, wrapped up in his little hooded beach towel. The puppy probably went to splash around in the shallow end of the beach with Grogu. Although she couldn’t see Din and Grogu around anymore, the two of them were likely called home by their mother as they often were. Their mother didn’t trust outsiders readily, Obi-Wan being the only one she frequently showed affection for. The woman is constantly sending the two with presents for the omega.

Obi-Wan was so, so loved.

Alphas like that man didn’t deserve the soft, sweet world Obi-Wan had created for himself—and Ahsoka would do whatever it took to make sure people like that stayed far, far away from her family.

Chapter Text

The first time Dooku held his son in his arms, he had dreaded the day his sweet doll would find an alpha. It had been his first thought, one he quickly tried to remove from his head. He had many years until that day would come. Many days filled with colourful ribbons and intricate games in the garden.

Obi-Wan’s mother never wanted to stay. She’d been clear about that from the beginning. She hadn’t wanted to be a mother. She’d even told Dooku that she only agreed to go through with the pregnancy because of how desperately Dooku had wanted the child, and because he’d offered her a rather hefty sum to carry the child and to sign her rights away.

It had worried him, those last few months, about if she’d suddenly have a change of heart and wish to keep the tiny baby all to herself.

But he needn’t have worried. She’d barely looked at him, hadn’t seemed interested in the name he’s given him and she cringed when the nurses asked if she wanted to hold him.

So Dooku was the first person to hold his child. His sweet omega came into the world utterly silent, drawing the concern of all the medical professionals in the room until they learned that he was perfectly fine and simply a quiet child.

From the moment those little hands hooked around his, the infant needing all five to wrap around one of his own, Dooku had known that he’d do anything for this child.

Dooku had been the one to attend to every diaper and bottle, despite his friends’ insistence on him hiring a nanny as it’s what all their wives did. The alpha had refused. He was Yan Dooku, a renowned businessman and head of the leading family in Serenno, he would not be bested by a few late nights and soggy diapers. Besides, his son deserved better than to be treated like some afterthought.

Obi-Wan was his little princess. Dooku had commissioned dresses from all the different continents, had embellished the small toddler in diamond earrings and gifted him all manner of beautiful dolls and elaborate, hand-crafted wooden dollhouse that took up half the omega’s playroom.

It had been Dooku who attended to every scraped knee, who spent hours helping his child understand maths problems. It was Dooku who held the spot of Obi-Wan’s favourite alpha, whenever someone were to ask. For years he’d relished in the boy's sweet little replies of wanting to marry his daddy, whenever one of his friends thought it amusing to bring up the topic of future suitors for the boy.

So when Obi-Wan had brought home Anakin for the first time, the elder alpha who couldn’t stop his hands from wandering between the hems of Obi-Wan’s flouncy dresses, Dooku had understandably hated him.

But what he had been excited for, was grandchildren.

The moment his son outgrew the chubby cheeks and high-pitched, squeaky voice of childhood, Dooku had wished for another child. Another little copy of his most beloved son that he could dote on and try to relive those precious years with all over again.

Anakin had given Obi-Wan three beautiful children, and for that, the grandfather would forever be grateful for.

Especially when he held his littlest grandchild in his arms. Cal, the small boy, a spitting image of his mother. With the same big blue eyes and red hair, he was of such a similar nature and constantly craved contact and affection, especially from his grandfather.

The young alpha had been left with his grandfather for the day. Or, perhaps ‘left’ was the wrong word.

Dooku had turned up at his son and son-in-law’s beautiful large house, knocked on the door primly and entered with a kiss to his sweet Leia’s hair as she opened the door and moved to the side, letting him in. 

He’d then gone to the living room where he picked Cal up from where he’d been watching cartoons beneath a bundle of blankets scented with the sweet smell of white roses and lilies. 

The boy offered no arguments as Dooku placed him on his hip, walked into the kitchen and picked up the colourful lunchbox, no doubt made by Obi-Wan. All while ignoring Anakin’s gaping mouth, he turned to his son, who’d only smiled and nodded. Telling him to have to Cal back by the afternoon as he had a swimming lesson.

Dooku had merely scoffed at that. As if he hasn’t already known. He had his grandchildren’s schedules colour-coded and put into his monthly calendar.  

The alpha had received many strange looks from his assistants and various business partners who’d walked in for meetings. He supposed that it was not often that a man of his age, his hair having long turned silver and grey, would entertain his grandchild for so long. Dooku also suspected that many did not wish to allow their sticky-fingered grandchildren to climb all over their suits. He thought it a pity, nothing was sweeter than seeing his darling grandchildren’s smiles. 

It was also a waste as many of their suits and golden watches wear cheap, poor copies of his own, an attempt to replicate the elder alpha’s style and power, that all fell short due to their obviously cheap production.

Perhaps that is why their children always seemed miserable while Dooku’s family thrived.

“Poppa?” A small voice interrupted him from his thoughts.

He looked down to where the tiny alpha was sitting on one of his, still rather muscled for his age, thighs. Cal had been drawing for quite a long time, Dooku’s eyes darted to the paper and smiled when he saw the stick figures that were all clearly meant to resemble their little family. He thought it quite curious that he’d drawn Obi-Wan with a colourful-haired baby in his arms.

“Yes, my boy?” He hummed, accepting the packet of chips he’d been holding out for him, easily undoing the sealing and handing it back to Cal who abandoned his crayons quickly to assess each chip.

“Did you like Daddy when you first met him?”

Dooku sighed heavily, leaning back against his rich leather chair that Obi-Wan had insisted he buy due to its comfort and superior cushioning for his spine. His little omega, as always, had been correct.

“Did I like your daddy?” Dooku repeated, crossing his fingers together. “Now that is a question.”

Cal giggled, putting a large chip into his mouth and then rubbing his crumb-covered fingers onto his grandfather’s black, pinstriped suit pants.

“I like daddy.” He said, nodding as though what he’d just said was agreeable.

“Oh well, I know you do.”

“And you must as well since you let mummy marry him.”

Dooku hummed non committedly. He could vaguely remember Luke and Leia asking similar questions back when they were little. The alpha cursed his aging brain for his inability to remember what he’d said back then.

Cal was younger than they were when they’d asked, that much he at least knew.

His grandchild looked so much like his mother as he stared at him with those big blue eyes, the icy ones of his omegan mother not the sea blue of his alpha fathers. 

His lips were even the same. Pursed into a small pink pout, a spitting image of how Obi-Wan had looked at him whenever he wanted a new dress.

“Well of course I love your daddy,” he said finally, leaning forward to tap a wrinkled finger against a small, freckled nose.

“He gave me you after all.”

A little white lie could not hurt and truthfully, it was not even a lie. Dooku did like Anakin for the beautiful gifts he’d given him, for the three darling grandchildren.

Cal nodded sagely, turning to his paper again and wiping off the crumbs that had fallen onto it. 

“That’s a good reason to like someone.”

His chips were finished now and the small boy crinkled the packet into a tight ball in his hands, requiring both of them to do it. He then uncrinkled it, smoothed down the links and scrunched it back up again.

The alpha hummed. “What was he like the very first time you met him?”

Dooku took the packaging from the boy and threw it in the bin beneath his desk, before leaning into one of his draws to get out the packet of baby wipes. Obi-Wan has always been a clean child, a well-behaved one who’d eaten primly with a napkin at all times. His grandchildren were not so neat and tidy, evidence of the Skywalker blood that ran through their veins.

“Well, he was very young and handsome.” He said while wiping Cal’s hands. Anakin had to have been handsome to warrant the way his omega son had fawned over him all night, constantly giggling and clinging to his arm. Dooku’s grip on his steak knife had been so tight it had left indents in his skin.

“Was he kind?”

Dooku pursed his lips. Anakin had glared at him when Dooku had raised his brow at the young man, pointedly looking to where the alpha was clinging onto Obi-Wan’s waist with such a ferocity that was simply indecent for an alpha who should be focused on impressing and winning over his omega’s father. 

“Don’t lie poppa,” Cal grouched.

“I know daddy can be mean, like when he doesn’t let me have a third helping of dessert”

That startled a laugh out of Dooku. Of course, dessert was the reason Anakin could be seen as a mean. How simple a child’s mind was, how fascinating.

“…a third? Whoever gave you your second.”

“Mummy!”

Dooku laughed. Of course, Obi-Wan had. He could not resist any of his children when they asked for something. He’d overheard many phone calls and conversations across the years where Anakin would complain about never getting to spend a night with his wife alone, the omega always giving in to the children when they asked to sleep in their bed with them. Dooku would always secretly encourage the children to keep doing it.

“He’s very sweet, your mummy.” Dooku winked, bringing out a soft giggle in Cal as the grandfather then leaned forward to lightly tickle him.

“Poppa, no!” Cal squealed, small hands pushing the alphas away.

“Okay, okay,” he sighed forlornly. “You’ve got me, my smart boy. Your daddy was nowhere near as sweet as your mummy was.”

The alpha gasped in shock as if he had not just agreed with Dooku’s statement moments earlier.

“What did he do?” 

“Well, he hardly spoke to me. He much preferred to look at your mummy a ll dinner.”

“He didn’t speak at all?”

“Not a word,” Dooku enunciated, emphasising each word.

“That’s so rude! Mummy always says we should talk to our guests, it’s the polite thing to do!”

“Your mummy is right, and that is why I am very glad that all three of you take after him and not your father,” he kissed the side of Cal’s cheek.

“Leia is a lot like Daddy,” Cal corrected, thin brows creasing together as he pursed his lips in thought, small brain apparently overworked as he tried to draw comparisons between all his family members.

“Yes but she’s much smarter,” he whispered conspiratorially, placing a kiss on the chubby little cheek.

“Now, do you want to go get changed in your swimsuit? It should be in your bag.”

“Okay!”

The truth was that Anakin had spoken to him that night, but only when Obi-Wan was there to make him. Anakin spat out gritted pleasantries and reluctant, short additions to the conversation whenever Dooku asked for his point of view.

Dooku had thought him a delinquent, and had it not been for the fact that he was a good friend with the boy’s father, Qui-Gon Jinn being a close business partner of his, he would have asked the insolent boy to leave his house right then and there.

He would have done it had it not been for the sickening looks of adoration Obi-Wan would send him, ones that were replied to with an almost alarming intensity.

Dooku would have demanded Obi-Wan to never see the boy again, had it not been for one conversation that came up and the sight he’d seen hours later.

Obi-Wan had been studying veterinary science, a career he’d been obsessed with ever since Dooku had bought him that giant lizard, Boga when the boy was thirteen. He’d only done it because the omega had begged, pleading for it every day. The alpha had thought his son would grow bored after a day, he’d even had an experienced keeper ready to dial should he need to hire someone to take care of the beastly thing. 

Yet Obi-Wan adored his lizard, at the time only a small baby but soon growing to be the length of his entire arm. No matter how big Boga got, Obi-Wan still would coo at her and call her his baby. 

So yes, Obi-Wan adored his degree, but he did not enjoy the people he studied with.

Dooku had known that Obi-Wan shared a few classes with some medicine students. He’d known because he had helped Obi-Wan pick his course, sitting with his little omega for hours at his desk as they poured over different choices. Of course, his smart boy had received acceptances for every University he’d applied for.

What Dooku hadn’t known was that medicine students apparently already had inherited the habit of doctors to pinch and ogle at the nurses. It seemed though, that in the lack of nurses available, they considered veterinary students a good enough substitute.

Apparently, Anakin had not been aware of this either.

The omega had told the story like it was an amusing one, with a soft little smile on his pink mouth. His painted nails shone as he waved them around while retelling the tale.

His son had always been slightly naive, far too trusting of other people and wishing to see the good in everyone and it explained how he had missed the blaring warning signs that were evident to both of the alphas at the dining table.

Anakin’s face had only grown darker with each word that left the omega’s mouth. Dooku flinches at the thud of a knife slamming against the table when Obi-Wan reaches the “funniest part” of the whole story.

Obi-Wan had never told Dooku this, and apparently nor had he informed Anakin.

“—so then he grabbed my wrist and tried to tell me where to sit! Can you imagine?” Obi-Wan had laughed, shaking his head, curls bouncing with the motion. “As if I would ever.”  

Dooku had set his glass down, watching his son carefully. “And you found this… amusing?”  

Obi-Wan blinked, caught off guard. “Well, yes. It was so pathetic, I couldn’t take him seriously.”  

Across from him, Anakin had gone rigid, his grip on his fork so tight that Dooku had been mildly surprised it didn’t snap in two. He had known then what Anakin was thinking and could feel the barely contained rage simmering beneath the surface.  

“It’s not funny Obi-Wan,” Anakin had said, voice rough, low.  

Obi-Wan had frowned, clearly not understanding. “But nothing happened.”  

Dooku had seen it so many times before. The way young omegas were taught to laugh off unwanted attention, to dismiss it as harmless rather than recognise it as the violation it was.  

Anakin had taken a slow, deep breath, pushing his plate away. “It shouldn’t have even gotten that far.”  

The table had been silent then.  

Dooku remembered studying his son, the soft confusion on his face, the way he clutched his napkin in his lap. And how, with a nervous glance towards his father to check that he would not be mad, reached out to grab Anakin’s hand. The alpha quickly wrapped it in a tight grip.

Dooku had folded his hands together, his voice deceptively calm. “What was this boy’s name?”  

Obi-Wan had hesitated. “I don’t—”  

“His name, Obi-Wan.”  

Something had shifted in his son’s expression then, something wary. He had looked between them as if only just realising the storm he had unknowingly walked into.  

“I… I didn’t think it was a big deal,” he had admitted, smaller now, uncertain. “It was just Cody after all.”

Their neighbour. An alpha that Obi-wan used to have as a playmate as a child before they had reached puberty and Dooku could see that Cody’s intentions were anything but innocent  

Anakin had exhaled sharply. Saying nothing despite the glint that appeared in his eyes. 

Dooku had not done anything until the alpha left.  

It would have been a slightly sickening sight if he was not secretly overjoyed to see his child so deeply in love and despite Dooku’s dislike for the alpha his boy had chosen, not even he could deny the way Anakin looked at Obi-Wan as though he had hung the world.

So really, Dooku shouldn’t have been surprised by the alpha’s actions.

Dooku never did the dirty work himself. Torture and murder were simply not things he had taste for, although, he was sure that the police department he’d paid off would argue that him paying others to do the work for him made him something of an accomplice.

Dooku thought it was all just semantics. 

While he never took part in the killing of the alphas who would think it permissible to accost his sweet child, Dooku would always travel to the place of their death.

He had to make sure that they truly were dead after all. He’d had one hitman try to fake a kill before. Had returned to him with poor excuses of having already dumped the body.

The alpha did not believe him of course, and after some research, had discovered the hitman was brothers with the man he’d been ordered to kill.

Dooku then hired a second hitman to kill them both.

No one who harmed his child should be allowed to walk on this earth.

And he took great measures to ensure that was the case.

So when he got a call from the woman he’d hired to take Cody out that the job was already underway and not by her, Dooku had been somewhat alarmed. Especially after she’d relayed hearing the words ‘for Obi-Wan’ whispered by the killer.

What if it had been done by some amateur? While Dooku promised protection for the assassins he hired, he could not promise it for whoever had killed Cody.

Dooku was safe, years of paying off the police force ensured that. But still, rumours could float around should the little rascal have a loose tongue, and it would not be good for all of Obi-Wan’s prospects to be scared away. For all his protectiveness, he truly did want to see his darling son get married and have children, a feat which would prove impossible if someone blabbed that Cody was murdered due to his involvement with Obi-Wan. 

The alpha had demanded his hired hitwoman to remain at the scene, just in case Dooku would need to change her target.

But when he arrived, it was to a rather familiar head of brownish-blond curls.

“Anakin?” He’d said, utterly confused by the alpha’s presence. As well as his appearance. 

The young man was covered in blood. The skin of his knuckles cracked raw and bleeding, dripping slowly coagulating blood onto the concrete beneath them.

The man lying on the floor was barely recognisable as Cody. He was still breathing, shallow, wet breaths that sounded more like he choking if Dooku was honest, but the rise and fall of his chest was present all the same.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“He thought he could touch Obi-Wan,” Anakin bit out, spitting out dark blood from his mouth. His teeth had a red tinge, Cody must have been able to get a few hits in.

“And so you mean to kill him?”

Anakin tensed, his eyes darted between Dooku and Cody and his face creased with frustration. Dooku could understand his state of conflict. On one hand, he wanted to kill the man who hurt his omega and on the other, he was probably unsure how Dooku would react if he said yes. Murder, after all, was frowned upon in society.

It was enough to make Dooku smile. Despite his cold, uncaring attitude during their dinner, it was clear Anakin still wanted the elder alpha to like him, if only to make his relationship with Obi-Wan smoother.

Dooku said nothing else, he simply remained standing, his shoulders crossed as he silently assessed Anakin.

It was good. His child deserved an alpha so utterly devoted to him that they would do anything to keep him safe and happy.

Even kill. 

To his credit, the alpha did not fidget, nor did he look away. Instead, he’d straightened up his broad shoulders and met his eyes directly. 

He hummed. “You are much better than I thought.”

“Clearly, since I managed to find him before your little hitwoman could.”

Dooku laughed. In his old age, he had grown tired of this alpha posturing the younglings liked to do. He found no joy in the dick-measuring competition that was clearly happening between Anakin and Talzin, the female alpha looking as though she wanted to lunge and tear out Anakin’s eye.

“Oh, and just so you know Skywalker. If you harm Obi-Wan, I will be sending Talzin after you next. I do owe her a kill after all.”

Dooku turned, his driver already having exited to open the car door for him. He heard a loud huff come from behind him.

“One day I’ll make your son's last name Skywalker”

Dooku had turned to glance at him from over his shoulder, Anakin only sending him a sly grin as he walked back to Cody, who was now trying to sit back up.

A useless endeavour, Dooku had thought. Anakin would certainly not allow him to live.

The memory brought a smile to Dooku’s face. Perhaps he had liked Anakin the first time they met. His possessiveness had unnerved Dooku, certainly, but it also pleased him. This was an alpha finally deserving of his sweet boy, finally able to protect him.

However, that didn’t stop Dooku from checking eighty times with Obi-Wan before he walked down the aisle if he was certain that Anakin was the one he wished to marry.

Of course, when those big blue eyes filled with tears he softly reprimanded him with a small “daddy..” Dooku had backed off. Had gladly hooked his suit-covered arm with Obi-Wan’s beaded lace one and walked him down the aisle to the sweet organ music his son had chosen.

“Poppa,” a high, whiney voice brought him out of his daydreaming. 

Cal had changed, and was now in his blue swim shorts and his yellow and blue rash guard, pouting as he looked up at his grandfather and hung off the alpha's thigh which he was grabbing onto.

“Where did you go,” he said, childishly dragging out the ‘o’.

“I was just thinking back to when I met your daddy,” he made an exaggerated sigh as he leaned down and picked up Cal. It was probably time for him to be taken to his swimming lessons now, anyway.

“And you know what?” He jostled Cal, delighting in the child’s little giggle.

“What?”

“I think I did like your daddy when I first met him.”

“What!”

When they met up with Obi-Wan at the pool, Cal loudly demanded to know his version of the time Poppa and Daddy first met, and Dooku simply smiled.

The fond, exasperated look Obi-Wan sent him was more than enough to settle his heart and make him breathe easy.

“My sweet boy,” he hummed, before pressing a kiss upon Obi-Wan’s forehead, his hand cupping his hair.

“What have you been telling him,” he sighed, although the bright grin on his face let Dooku know that Obi-Wan wasn’t truly mad at him.

“Only the truth,” Dooku winked.

“Now, where can I sit and watch? Cal told me he’s reached the swimming level of a stingray now and I wish to watch.”