Page 207 of One Winter Knight
Alphas didn’t get treats after their doctor’s appointments? How sad.
We went back out to the lobby where Carlos, Saoirse, and Dusty were waiting. Saoirse had her head on Dusty’s shoulder, and it was adorable. I covertly took a photo and dropped it in the brunch group chat
Me
I can’t get over how fucking cute Saoirse is with Dusty.
Timotheé
I still can’t believe you have BroKen in your pack. Also, you’re not mated to him. What?
Arya
But she still gets to live with him.
Dom
You should keep that photo for blackmail.
Saoirse sat up. “Everything is okay?”
“Yep. This is where I leave you. I have things to do here,” I replied.
“Do you want me to wait for you?” Hale asked, a little anxious. “I mean that’s what alphas do, right?”
“Here? No. We’re safe here. I’m going to be here for a while, since I have a bunch of appointments,” I assured. “If you want to leave me the car, I’m fine with that. Otherwise, I can just call a ride or call you.”
“Here’s the keys.” Carlos handed them to me. He’d driven this morning.
“Thank you. I’ll see you in a little bit. You’re going to go move Carlos’s shit, right?” I asked.
“Yep. Clark’s going to meet us with Bucket’s truck,” Carlos replied.
We walked to the main entrance. I gave Carlos, Hale, and Saoirse each a kiss.
“Do you need me to pick anything up for you?” I asked Saoirse. The pharmacy would have over-the-counter medicine.
She shook her head. “I just have a little cold.”
I’d get her something anyway. I took the omega-only elevators. The welcome desk was done in pastels and had cheerful people in polo shirts. The Omega Center only employed betas and omegas,and well, delta security.
“Oh no, your advocate is running late,” the staff member said, looking at the screen, as I checked in with her. “Let me give you a tour. Welcome to the Manhattan Omega Center.”
“I’d like that, thanks.” This was my new Center now. I might as well see what they offered.
This one had a variety of services–not just a clinic, a matching center, and a couple of advocates, like many of them had. No, this had temporary housing, a gym with a swimming pool, childcare, fitness classes, all sorts of fun and practical classes, a rec room, a full hospital, a birthing center, heat suites, and so many other things.
“This is the comfort cupboard. You can stop by each time you visit, regardless of reason. You just unlock it with your card. This is separate from the one in the clinic,” she explained.
It was the same as the other Centers I’d gone to. These were mostly just little treats. They had a whole other closet for omegas that needed things.
I used my Center card on my phone to unlock it. It was exactly how it sounded–a little closet filled with baskets, each had numbers on it. On the inside of the door was a sign that saidlimit three points.
Three point items were things like blankets, knotted vibrators, and sets of cleaning products. Packets of bath tablets, sachets of tea, and tiny candles were a half a point. Things like lube, condoms, de-scenting wipes, and vitamin packets were marked as zero points.
So many choices. I ended up grabbing a soft blanket.
“Good choice. On to the clinic? Your advocate will meet you after,” she told me.
