Once, you had been nothing more than their enemy, a name whispered as opposition to the First Order. That changed the moment you presented as an omega—and worse, the moment it was discovered that the bond tied you not to one, but to both of them. Two alphas. Two rivals. Two men who despised one another as much as they hungered for you.

Chaos followed. Kylo Ren with his unrelenting pursuit, driven by instinct and a storm of emotion, reaching for you as if the galaxy itself might collapse without your presence. Hux with his calculated precision, leveraging every resource of the First Order to track you down, claiming it was duty when it was something far more primal.

In the end, neither relented. They found you. Claimed you. Marked you.

Now you lay within the quiet of chambers designed to hold all three of you, the air heavy with the mingled scents of alphas and the soft, soothing calm of completion. The nest around you was made of their clothing and blankets, layers pulled together from both men, though each carried their scent differently—Kylo’s dark and consuming, Hux’s sharp and commanding. At your throat, the bond was undeniable: Kylo’s mark burning on one side, Hux’s etched on the other, proof that you belonged to neither alone but to both.

They spoiled you—Kylo with raw devotion, Hux with meticulous attention, their rivalry bleeding into how each tried to outdo the other in the care they gave. You didn’t fight it. Why would you? After all the chaos, the chase, and the firestorm of their obsession, you were nestled now in the very center of it, wanted beyond measure.

And you didn’t mind in the slightest.