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An’yolayadi Luqenar and Obi-Wan Kenobi, despite both growing up in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, did not cross paths until they were both senior Padawans. Obi-Wan had already left the creche by the time An’yolayadi arrived, clutched in her mother’s arms, only a few days old. 

The Felacatian woman claimed she hadn’t wanted to raise a Force-sensitive babe, but one of the Jedi Masters that had taken the child in had a different theory. She hadn’t wanted to get attached only to have her child taken away. 

And perhaps that was wise. An’yolayadi was too strong in the force to have stayed hidden from the council for long, and the youngling creche at the temple was uniquely suited to raising powerful children, unlike a single mother with a hybrid child from a one night stand.

So An’yolayadi Luqenar joined the Jedi Temple, being raised with their tenets and philosophies, instead of the culture of her mother or father. And, perhaps most importantly, without an older Omega around to help her with her secondary gender. 

It had actually given her a bit of trouble as she grew. It began, as many things do, very innocently. When they all presented during their fifth year, the Alpha children began following her around, like goslings after their mother. The Betas liked her too, but weren’t so pushy about it.

“Why are you following me,” she remembered asking. She had tried to find a moment to be alone with her holobook and had thought she’d succeeded, only to look up and find three Alphas had found their way to her.

“You smell so sweet,” one said.

“Like comfort and calm.” added another.

“Like I imagine home smells like,” said the third, smiling at her dopily.

And it wasn’t harming anyone, so she didn’t put up much of a fuss. 

As they got older things began to change, but so slowly that she could only see it in hindsight.

They wanted more than just to be in her presence. They wanted her attention, too.

“An’yolayadi, look!” A boy cried. “Look at this pretty rock I found in the garden!” 

It was a very pretty rock, so she found herself cooing over it, and the boy puffed up his chest in pride. This seemed to set a blackback among the squalls, as the next day two more younglings offered her rocks from the garden, and she cooed over them, too, even if they hadn’t been quite as pretty as the first one. 

More and more rocks were given to the girl, her peers tugging on her clothing or hair to get her attention so they could give her something nice and she could reward them with a smile that didn’t always go all the way to her eyes. On one unfortunate occasion, a boy had tugged on her tail, and she’d just about had a fit, crying about how much it hurt, and then she was crying because everyone was crowding her and she didn’t like that either.

By the next week, she had more rocks than she knew what to do with, pretty and otherwise, and some of the Masters had begun to notice that the gardens were looking a little bare. 

She was made to give them back, and did so gladly, not keen on keeping what felt like the contents of a quarry in her small room. She might have kept the first one, though, hidden under her pillow for her to run her fingers over while meditating.

Despite being chastised by several Masters for their behavior, the Alpha children still followed her around, and it was becoming stifling. She was a young girl growing into her own as an individual, and didn’t appreciate the lack of alone time. Besides, they were beginning to stink just a little bit.

But, despite the warning from the adults, they crowded her, and she was forced to find refuge in places that they couldn’t follow. She couldn’t hide out in the bathrooms, as the girl alphas would only follow her in there, and there wasn’t a designated Omega-Only area like some other buildings had, so she was forced to be creative.

An’yolayadi found herself frequenting two particular areas of the temple. The archives and the healing halls. The archives were an easy place to hide in, she simply had to find a good book to read and sit down close enough to the librarian to be seen and heard. She could sit quietly with a book for hours at a time. The Alphas had a much harder time. They were too rowdy and rambunctious, vying for her attention and picking fights with each other, and they would inevitably get kicked out, giving her some much needed alone time.

Sometimes an older Padawan or a Knight would come and sit with her, likely also taking in her soothing scent, but she didn’t mind that as much. They weren’t pushy or disruptive, so she was fine with them staying. She especially enjoyed it when Master Jinn joined her—he always had very interesting things to say to her, and books to recommend. She hoped, when she was old enough to be taken as a Padawan, that her master would be like him.

The healing halls were a slightly more difficult place to hide in, but were also more rewarding in turn. This was another place where Alpha children were too disruptive to be allowed to remain, but she knew it could sometimes also be dangerous for her to stay, since she could easily get underfoot at an inopportune moment. 

She got around this by watching. Learning the pace of the healing hall and when it was safe for her to be inside its walls and when she should find somewhere else to hide. She watched how the healers moved, how the Force rippled around them when they healed, and she wanted.

Oh, how she wanted to learn how to do that. To have flesh mend beneath her hands, to take away someone else's pain. What greater calling could there be?

And sure, at only eight years old she was a little too young to be a Padawan, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t start learning the basics, right? 

Only, she wasn’t sure she could make herself ask the healers to teach her. They were busy, and their tasks were incredibly important, so she found herself, instead, in the archives again, once more frequenting a table that was only a little ways away from the librarian's desk.

She started with books on Felicatian anatomy. She was one of them, and she should know about herself first, right? Her eyes gleamed as she took in the knowledge in the books, seeing herself in the descriptions. Her long tail, sharp teeth, her balance and night vision—all results of her feline evolution. And—her eyes grew wide—they could shift their form into a huge, predatory cat, with claws that could shred durasteel.

Could she do that? She hadn’t ever tried. Should she try?

“Not without a Master to supervise.” 

No, of course, it would be foolish and irresponsible to try it without a Master to–

She blinked and looked up. 

Master Jinn had joined her at the table, and apparently noticed what she was reading as well as the look on her face. He chuckled at her stunned expression.

The tall man explained that the Jedi Council did not know if she would be able to transform into her more primal form, as they did not know the species of her father or how it might have affected her abilities, but that he would be happy to oversee any attempts she might like to make while his Padawan was away on a mission with another Master.

She grinned up at him and purred quietly in agreement.

And so began her training with Master Qui-Gon Jinn.

It was hard.

It was the most difficult thing she had attempted to do in her life so far, short thought it had been. With no guidance from a fellow Felactian, she had to make it up as she went along. They began with a guided meditation in the training fields, as they were better suited for any creature she might turn into than the peaceful meditation areas.

He was with her through it all, as she dove deep within herself to find something, anything, that would lead to her change. It took many fruitless and frustrating days before they found anything—a set of instincts that did not belong to her inner Omega. She, with the support of Qui-Gon, embraced them, letting them become a part of her so that she could always use the knowledge they would provide, but making sure to not let them overwhelm her conscious mind.

When she came out of the meditation she noticed that her clothing was rubbing strangely, tight in some places and loose in others, where it had fit perfectly when she had put it on that morning. 

An’yolayadi didn’t dare look at herself, her big green eyes gazing up beseechingly at the Jedi Master. 

He nodded. She had done it. 

She dared to look at herself, finding sleek gray fur wherever she turned. She was a large cat, but still visibly a juvenile. Her eye teeth were shorter than a full Felacatian, the spikes on her back also smaller and fewer in number. She felt her claws dig into the stone of the training room floor, leaving deep grooves before the Master stopped her.

She looked up, up, up at him, towering above her. She sniffed his leg and then rubbed her face against it, nearly bowling him over with the force of it.

“None of that, now,” he light-heartedly chastised her. “Now you must regain your bipedal form.” 

And so they settled back down, this time with her focusing on calm and the feeling of standing tall on two legs. 

She felt a tugging on her clothing which sent her out of her meditation, finding Master Jinn rearranging her garments, which had gotten shuffled during her shift.

“There,” he said kindly. “Now you know one more thing you are capable of.”

Sadly, after the glorious two weeks that she spent training with him, his Padawan returned and he departed, leaving her with a kind pat on the head and encouragement to continue learning about healing.

And so she did. She turned her focus to Humans next, learning about all of the little things that made them different, and especially the subspecies, like Hapans, Yashuvhi, and Barolians. Then she moved onto near-human species, and felinoid species, and then to whatever books she could get her hands on.

She relaxed into the hold of the knowledge the books contained, often tearing through the volumes and then meditating to assimilate the knowledge. 

But just because she had filled her head with things other than her ongoing social problems didn’t mean those problems stopped. 

On one particularly memorable occasion, she had fallen asleep in one of the meditation areas and woken to find herself in the middle of a pile of young Alphas, all of them snuggled up around her and snoozing contently. 

How had this happened? She… She had been alone, hadn’t she? Oh, she was so embarrassed for falling asleep while meditating, she thought she'd grown out of that years ago, but she was mortified to find her Alpha peers so close to her. Why did they… how…

She was not going to cry. She was in control of her emotions, she was not going to….

Her hands flew to her side where her tail had curled, petting and lightly tugging on it as she tried to self soothe. 

It didn’t work.

She burst into tears.

She was only eight years old, and they had been following her around like a herd of flies for years, and she just wanted to learn and use the Force and heal people, but how could she do that if she couldn’t get a moment alone?!

The Alphas were up in a flash, the stink of distressed Omega sharp in their nose. Sleepy and driven by instinct, they began pushing each other, trying to assert their dominance, each of them wanting to be the one to calm the sweet smelling Omega.

The commotion caught the attention of the Masters, and they entered the small meditation area to find absolute havoc.

The children were fighting each other, shoving their peers to the ground and doing their best to put their combat training into action. And, in the middle of it all, was a sobbing An’yolayadi, her tail clutched to her chest as she pet it, thoroughly overwrought and sick of being surrounded by the stink of prepubescent Alpha all the time.

Master Sorensilla sighed.

“I think it’s time we all had a chat.” He muttered to himself.

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By the time the day was over, An’yolayadi and all of her agemates, even the Betas, had been informed about the changes their bodies would be going through over the next couple of years. 

And they were all thoroughly embarrassed by it.

Her scent would be changing, going from the soothing smell of an Omega child to the attractive perfume of an Omega looking for a mate. Whether or not she was actually looking for a mate. The troublesome behavior she’d seen so far, of following her around, indulging heavily in her scent, and being demanding of her regard, was likely to only get worse, and she dreaded to even think about it.

She didn’t want this. To be constantly hounded for attention, for fights to break out if she only gave it to one of them. Surely, in all the years that Omegas had been in the universe, surely someone had come up with a solution?

She tried to find something, anything, in the archives, but to no avail. The information might very well have been out there, but the Order had never had a large enough population of Omegas to make finding a solution a priority.

“Meditate away your urges.” The Alphas were told.

“Meditate to suppress your scent.” She was instructed. 

She spent a lot of time in meditation, her fingers rubbing over the pretty rock she’d been given and had neglected to return.

And for a time, all was peaceful in the Jedi Temple. She was selected as a Padawan to Sorensilla, one of the healers she had watched when she sought a reprieve in the healing halls. The same Master that had educated them in the horrors wonders of puberty.

She excelled in her studies of medicine and anatomy, and Force Healing seemed to come naturally to her. 

By the time she reached the galactic age of majority she was a Master Healer in her own right, and it was only her lacking abilities in other areas that prevented her from becoming a Jedi Knight. 

She was superb at healing, decent at moving objects and people, passable at hiding in the Force, and below average in fighting. It could have been because she put so much of her effort into medicine, but it could very well also have been due to her Omega nature.

She was naturally more inclined to be a caretaker, and it showed in her fighting. She pulled her hits, lacked aggression, and failed to press any advantage. Some of the Masters believed she was just not suited to combat, others believed an Omega would never make a good warrior, but Master Sorensilla, simply believed she lacked the proper motivation.

But her Master wasn’t a warrior either, and, as an important Jedi Healer, he was more or less permanently stationed at the Temple, giving her very little experience outside its bounds. She could possibly have gone with other Masters, to learn from their methods, but both she and her Master didn’t feel comfortable with her going out into the world when even the notoriously controlled Jedi had difficulty with her scent. They were young yet, but they still had more control than their peers in the greater galaxy. Omegas were not technically all that rare, but it was still entirely possible to spend one's life traveling between systems of planets and never find one. Alphas were much more common, and Betas made up the majority of the population. 

Unleashing her potent scent onto the general population was not something she was keen to experience, but the kinds of things she was experiencing at the foothold of Jedi power on Coruscant weren’t exactly ideal either. 

Her meditation-induced scent suppression had worked for a time, but, now that she had blossomed into a young adult, her pheromones were more potent and harder to control. And the Alphas, in turn, became harder to control as well. 

No longer was she a haven of safety and comfort, but now a potential partner, and she was suddenly surrounded by posturing Alphas, getting into fights left and right. These were her age mates. She had grown up with these people, and none of them struck her as potential mates. If only she could make them see that. 

It had come to the point where she couldn’t leave her quarters without ‘accidentally’ running into an Alpha Padawan, and it was starting to interfere with the running of the temple. They were pushy, demanding, and kept trying to one-up each other. The council ordered the Alphas away, but instinct was apparently stronger than their obedience, and the problem remained.

She was honestly fearful about what would happen when her first heat hit. The entire Temple was worried about it, to be truthful.

It was Qui-Gon Jinn who arrived with a solution. A potent mixture of herbs he had discovered on one the planets he had visited while following the Living Force. It had been used by the locals for centuries to suppress the intoxicating aroma of an Omega in heat, and if used in more moderate doses, it could muffle their natural scent.

And it was just in time, too. No sooner had she begun using the tincture, rubbing it into all of her scent glands, then she saw the signs of her impending heat. She was eating more, and trying to gather materials with which to create a nest. She was scenting her quarters and looking for scents to add in turn. She felt guilty for stealing the laundry of two Jedi Masters that she so greatly respected, but she couldn’t help the instinctive need to have the scents of her protectors and guides in her nest with her as she prepared for her most vulnerable time.

Going through a heat alone is miserable. 

Anyone could probably have guessed that, and she had even been told it wouldn’t be pleasant, but it was truly awful. It was slick and hot and her skin was itching, like something was trying to crawl out. Everything was too much and not enough. The only solace she could find was by burying her face into the robes of Masters Sorensilla and Jinn. More so the latter than the former, for some strange reason.

When the week was over and she was able to leave her quarters, she felt like a changed woman. Not only was she now able to bear children—though she was unlikely to do that in the service of the Jedi Order—but she was now considered an adult by just about any known planet.

It was absolutely amazing for her to walk down the corridors of her home and not be accosted by posturing Alphas. She could sit in peace and solitude and be left alone. Was this what it felt like to be a Beta? 

It was wonderful, and well worth the bitter undertone of the herbs.

But with this new addition to her life came new complications. Now that she was able to suppress her scent, it was important that she get experience in the wider world. In order to do that, she was tasked to accompany Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan as they accompanied the Queen of Naboo as she attempted to dismantle the blockade of her planet.

The Royal Starship of Naboo was a sleek silver with elegant lines. Qui-Gon took her hand and led her to a young man perhaps a few years older than her, with a long Padawan braid.

“An’yolayadi, I would like to introduce you to my Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan, Padawan Luqenar is studying under Master Sorensilla. She will be joining us to gain experience in combat, and hopefully not too much healing, though that is her speciality.” 

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Obi-Wan said smoothly, bowing to her the way an Alpha does to an Omega, looking up at her pretty face through his lashes. She gave him a small curtsy in return, before looking up at the Jedi Master.

“May I rest and meditate during our journey?” She asked. “I have a feeling it would be better to be refreshed and ready for anything when we reach the planet.” Qui-Gon nodded and allowed her to make her way to one of the common areas. She arrived to find a young blond boy kicking his feet while sitting in a chair. 

“Wow, are you Felacatian?” He asked, looking up at her. “I’ve read about your species…” The little Alpha furrowed his brows. “Hang on, I read that you all don’t do so well in hyperspace, will you be okay?”

“I’ll tell you a secret, youngling,” she leaned forward conspiratorially. He leaned in as well. “I’ve never been in hyperspace, so I don’t know how well I’ll do. So I guess you’ll just have to look after me, how does that sound?” He nodded eagerly, prepared to take care of this pretty, nice-smelling cat lady as best as he could. 

And so they spend the journey to Naboo together. Qui-Gon peeked in at one point to see the small boy with his arms around a large gray cat, petting her soothingly while she whined in discomfort. She was several times larger than him, but he treated her like one would a beloved loth cat.

He nodded. They would be fine. 

At least until they got to the planet.

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When the time came for them to sneak into the city, An’yolayadi was as ready as she was ever going to be. Combat was never her forte, but she had her lightsaber clipped to her belt with a medicine pack on the other side. She worried at the stone around her neck, the same stone that had been a part of her meditation routine for years. It was a beautiful gold with red lines through it and spots of black, and it seemed to shine with an inner light.

The journey to the main hangar was long and treacherous, full of droids and blaster fire, but they were eventually able to get close enough for the pilots to make a run for the ships. She gave the boy, Anakin, a kiss on the forehead for good luck as she sent him off to find a place to hide, and started redirecting blaster fire away from the people behind her.

Anakin wanted to come with them when the skirmish was over, but both Qui-Gon and An’yolayadi spoke at the same time to instruct him to stay where he was. He would be safer there than with them.

The group was nearly to the exit of the hanger when everyone scattered, revealing a Zabrak male in dark clothing standing in the doorway. The Captain, the Queen, and her troops all backed away, knowing they were outmatched, while Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stepped forward, An’yolayadi only a moment behind.

“We’ll handle this…” Qui-Gon assured the Queen. All three Jedi took off their cloaks, revealing the two men in their cream robes and An’yolayadi in her red medics robes. They got into fighting positions and ignited their sabers, the air humming with the green, blue, and lilac blades. The Zabrak also took off his cape, and ignited his weapon. Both ends of the sword lit up a threatening red.

As they fought, the others fled, all of them having their own duties to attend to. A plane made its way out of the hangar, shooting at the droids as it went.

With a dual-bladed lightsaber, the Zabrak was able to fend off both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, even as the two moved fluidly together. An’yolayadi was much shorter, smaller, and more nimble than the other Force users, but also not nearly as good at fighting. She tried to help where she could, but she’d never learned to fight in a group before, and ended up being more or less ineffective.

“What’s an Omega like you doing in a fight like this?” The red-skinned man asked in a low, growling voice. She drew in a breath of air, surprised that he could tell so easily what her designation was when her scent was still blocked. Qui-Gon sent her a pulse of calm through the force, and so she kept quiet instead of wasting her breath by trying to respond.

They were now fighting in the cavernous room of the Theed power generator, on narrow bridges with no railings across gaping expanses. She was beginning to suspect that she wasn’t a fan of heights.

Obi-Wan and his Master fought so fluidly together, the Padawan making a feint and Qui-Gon taking the opening. Their opponent was wiley, however, and was prone to flipping himself out of the way of attacks or to gain distance. 

Obi-Wan was knocked off of the bridge and onto a lower pathway, and Qui-Gon knocked the Zabrak off in turn, the Jedi Master following after to press the advantage. An’yolayadi had no choice but to slip down a level to follow them, hearing Obi-Wan leap up onto the path behind her as she ran after the fighting duo.

They ran into a hallway, first the Zabrak with Qui-Gon chasing him, then An’yolayadi, with Obi-Wan bringing up the rear.

The hallway was built in sections, meant to create a series of force fields between them, and a lull was forced in the combat as the fighters were split up. The Zabrak tested the wall of red light with his lightsaber and, finding it impervious, let his weapon power down. The Jedi Master knelt and meditated as he waited for the barriers to go down.

The horned man paced, watching his opponent, waiting for his chance. The Jedi was right in front of him, only a thin barrier separating them. Then the girl in the red robes—she could almost be a Sith apprentice, if the cloth were a little brighter. She was three barriers back. And the boy, the Padawan in the cream robes was five barriers away, fully engaged in the battle to come.

The barriers come down one by one, releasing them back into the fight. When the wall between Qui-Gon and the Zabrak opened, the Jedi Master was, in a split second, fighting the tattooed man with a ferocity not seen before. They moved into the area at the end of the corridor, the melting pot, which was mostly made up of a deep hole. 

An’yolayadi made it out of the hallway and ran to assess the fight, but Obi-Wan got trapped behind the last red barrier. They were both moving so fast that she could barely keep up, and both Padawans could only watch in horror as the Zabrak caught Qui-Gon off guard. In a quick move, he bashed the handle of his saber into the Jedi’s chin and ran him through.

Qui-Gon Jinn slumped to the floor in a heap.

“No!” She cried, shoving out her hand and giving him a force push, hoping to throw the horned man into the chasm. He used the momentum to do several flips before landing on the other side of the great pit. He lowered himself into a crouch and paused for a long moment, looking at her as she knelt over her Master, hands moving frantically over the wound.

‘No!’ she had cried, and something in his heart had slid into place.

The force field finally released the boy, the other Padawan, and he rushed to his Master and companion. 

“Master Qui-Gon! Are you al—is he alright?” He cried, directing his attention to the girl. “What do I need to do, how can I help?” 

She gave a noise of frustration and set her hand upon his face, giving him a shove with enough force that he fell on his back. He returned to his Master’s side, but stayed out of her field of work.

“You are wearing my colors, little Omega…” The Zabrak purred devilishly. She stiffened but ignored him, pumping the fallen Master with healing energy. Master Jinn couldn’t die here. Not like this. She felt the wound in his torso start to close up, veins and muscles stitching themselves together under her hands. But it wasn't enough. Several of his organs had ruptured because of the heat, and she was running out of energy.

Suddenly, she felt something flare up in the Force. A new source of energy that she could use. Her hand, almost without her input, rose up to grasp the stone around her neck. She had used the beautiful stone in meditation for over ten years, it was full of all of the cast-off Force energy she had generated. She could use it to heal Master Jinn.

And so she did.

One hand on the stone, the other over the wound, she used herself as a conduit to let the energy flow properly into the Jedi. His breathing became easier and, though she knew he was still weak and likely needed medical attention, she knew he would live, even without it.

The Zabrak gave a considering hum as she helped her master sit up. A wound like that was fatal, and yet he was no longer leaking his lifeblood all over the floors.

“You are powerful, little Omega.” She ignored his comment, just as she had done the last two. “You will make a good mate to me, we shall have many strong pups together.”

She couldn’t ignore that .

And neither, apparently, could the other two Jedi.

“You can’t have her.” Proclaimed Qui-Gon, apparently feeling strong enough to stand.

“And who will stop me,” sneered the horned man. “ You? ” He asked incredulously. Qui-Gon was still listing slightly to the side, propping himself up against the wall for support. “You’re past your prime, old man, and besides—I beat you once, what makes you think I won’t be able to do it again?”

“She is already claimed by another.” 

“Yes, me .” He bared his teeth at the older man, who shook his head. 

“No, my apprentice.” Both the Zabrak and An’yolayadi looked at Obi-Wan in astonishment.

“Obi-Wan?” She said in disbelief, her green eyes meeting his blue as they widened in shock. Something slid into place in his heart, and he knew with the same surety and rightness as his blue saber in his hand that this Omega was his. His to cherish, to love, and protect.

And, in this instance, his to defend. 

He ran at the Zabrak with his saber in hand, and An’yolayadi could only watch in shock as the two Alphas fought each other, all of the elegance and skill forgotten in favor of brute force and savagery. Each was determined to be the victor, to claim the sweet-smelling Omega for themselves. 

The fight went on, neither able to gain the advantage, trading blows as the Master Jedi and Healers Apprentice watched.

“I seem to remember, my dear, a certain behavior you often indulged in when you were younger.” Qui-Gon said quietly to the distressed Padawan. He knew that he would not be able to physically stop the altercation, and his words would do very little, but the girl beside him could make a difference, if she chose the right approach. She looked at him in confusion. “You don’t recall? Whenever your peers would fight for your attention, what would you do?” She thought for a long moment before looking back up at him.

“I would… I would cry?” She asked, unsure if that was what he was referring to.

“Yes, Padawan. And what would your peers do?” She thought for another long moment, remembering back to being overwhelmed with emotion, not understanding why her peers would follow her around and not let her get a moment's peace.

“They would try to comfort me…” She said, and he gave her a meaningful nod. “So I should start to cry and they will try to comfort me—Master Qui-Gon, me bursting into tears also started several fights, as they all tried to be the one to help!” He gave her a mysterious smile.

“They are your bonded, young one. If you can properly get their attention, their instinct-driven selves will do everything in their power to keep you happy. And nothing can get the attention of an Alpha lost to their instincts faster than the distress of their Omega.”

She thought about it for several long moments. The fighting had degraded into a brawl, both lightsabers abandoned on the ground as they punched and kicked at each other. She nodded resolutely, knowing what she had to do.

Her tail could be a source of great comfort, but also great pain. It was quite sensitive, both to subtle atmospheric changes and to pressure. Meaning they really hurt if you sat on them the wrong way, or if they got caught or knocked into something.

She reached her hand towards her tail, the same way she had done so many times before in order to soothe her distress. Her hand wrapped around the black base, and the gray end wrapped around her wrist, as if to dissuade her from what she was about to do. She took a deep breath and then gave a sharp, powerful tug, letting the sensation travel through her body.

She wanted to cry and wasn’t about to let propriety stop her, not in this instance.

She wailed.

It hurt so badly. If she wasn’t still holding it, she would have been certain that it had fallen off. It was the worst pain she’d ever felt in her life, and she never wanted to feel anything like it ever again. 

Through her blubbering, she could make out the forms of the two young Alphas as they scrambled over to her, no longer shoving each other out of the way, so intent they were on comforting the Omega in distress.

It was incredibly painful, but it had worked.