“Checking in?” an omega asked us.
“Yes. Two for shopping.” I showed my ID. “Grace, show your ID.”
Confused, Grace did.
The associate looked at Wes. “One alpha for check-in?”
“Yes. Wes, show your ID,” I instructed.
Wes did, also confused.
“Here you go.” She printed off three stickers. “Do you know where to check him in?”
I put one on me, one on Grace, and one on him.
“Yes, I do.” I grabbed Wes’ arm and pulled him toward the sign leading us to the alpha waiting area.
There was a large area with glass walls and lots of TVs, some showed sports or news, others broadcast feeds from the store. Some people worked at tables, others played video games or pool, a couple read or were on their phones. There was also another section with a soft-play area for children, along with an art table, and a reading corner.
“One alpha for check-in?” The employee, in her yellow and pink uniform, beamed at us.
“Check-in?” Wes blinked.
“This is the omega-only home store. We shop, you sit in the waiting area. I told you that you’d find our date boring,” I teased.
“All snacks and beverages are complementary, and you can order food from the cafe on the kiosk,” she told him as she scanned my name tag and his.
“Have fun! Play nice with the other alphas.” Grace giggled, pulling him down for a kiss.
“Yeah, play nice.” I kissed him and pushed him inside. I grabbed Grace’s arm. “Let’s go.”
“So, he stays in the alpha play area while we shop?” Grace laughed as we went up the escalator.
“Yes.” I grabbed a scanner. Grace headed one way, and I took her arm. “No, this way, we have to follow the arrows. Soft goods and home goods are on this floor, furniture is upstairs, downstairs are home essentials, the snack hall, and the cafe.”
Grace took everything in as we walked past the art. The air-filters were top-notch here. Everything was de-scented regularly. Soft music played, and it smelled vaguely of vanilla. The entire store, from the colors to the way things were laid out, was designed to be relaxing. All of the employees here were omegas, except for the delta security and stockers, and possibly a couple of betas.
It was also very fancy.
“Let me know if you see anything for your nest or the guest rooms or anything,” I said. “Spencer told me three times that we can get whatever we want.”
She looked at a painting of a ballerina. “I like this one for the creepy doll room.”
“Great.” I scanned it as a couple of omegas walked by giggling.
“This is an omega home store? I love the alpha day care,” she giggled.
“Right? There are cameras all around the store so they can watch us and know we’re safe, but we’re free to shop. You can also check on your kids. It’s one way some omega parents get a little time for themselves. They can smell some candles and have coffee in the cafe for an hour. There are cameras in the play area, and you can watch them on your phone,” I said as we looked atrugs. We’d put hardwood floors in the basement nest, but she might want rugs.
“This one for the nest. This one is for the other guest room.” She indicated two different rugs.
I scanned those. Most things you scanned, then picked up or had delivered so they weren’t contaminated with scents. Though the home essentials section downstairs was an exception.
“Are you doing okay?” I asked as she looked at throw pillows. They had all sorts of sizes, colors, and textures.
Grace frowned. “I feel fine but today was a lot. Also, I feelmore.I smell more. I hear more. Sometimes it’s overwhelming.”
I pulled her to me. “Sounds like it. If you need something to take the edge off, we can get that for you.”
