“This is a disaster,” I said, tucking my phone away before tossing a set of new pillows into the cart. Kieran clearly wasn’t thinking this through when he volunteered us to set up the room.
“He doesn’t expect us to decorate,” he argued. “Our job is just to make sure it’s livable when she gets here.”
He held up two sheet sets, both expensive and soft as hell. One had a floral pattern, and the other was solid, silky black.
“My vote’s on the black,” I said with more confidence than I should have. I didn’t know the first fucking thing about omegas, let alone what kind of sheets they preferred. I was pretty sure the ones on our beds camewiththe hockey house.
“She doesn’t even have a nest,” Kieran sighed.
“Is there anything we can even do about that? The house isn’t exactly made for omegas.” He eyed me, not arguing but not looking happy about it either.
“Hopefully Cade and Wild will think of something.”
“It’s going to be so fucking weird having an omega around,” I muttered. It wasn’t that I was against it, more that I didn’t know how to have an omega in my space. Especially one that was brittle and broken, someone I’d have to be gentle with. I wasn’t good with gentle. That was Wilder’s job.
I’d seen the way most omegas looked at me. She wasn’t going to be comfortable in our house, either.
“Can you stop overthinking for five seconds?” Kieran groaned. “I can feel it from here. We’re just doing something nice for our friend because we care about him.”
“Sure,” I said, not bothering to argue. It was pointless.
“I think this is enough,” he added as he tossed the black sheets into the cart like I suggested. “We’ll just get Mason to handle the rest. He’s the only one of us with any sense of style.”
I wasn’t about to give him time to reconsider, grabbing the cart and pushing it toward the skincare section of the massive department store.
At least they didn’t drag me into some kind of nesting shop.
Would I do it for my future omega? Absolutely.
Would I do it in front of the guys? I don’t know. Probably not.
They just didn’t want to accept that this whole situation was doomed from the start. We didn’t know a damn thing about her, and everything I’d ever heard about omegas said they were finicky and particular. I wasn’t putting in all this effort just for her to burst into tears or some shit.
“Did you buy out the whole damn store?” I asked Mason when I pulled my cart next to his. It was completely full of face masks, lotions, sprays, hair care, and nail care. I don’t think he left a single thing behind.
“Look, this girl needs some pampering.” He gave me an unamused look. I had a feeling he was just buying up all the shit we’d tease him about grabbing for himself. “And I’m just the delta to give it to her.”
“If she even likes deltas,” I muttered before I could stop myself. “She might not want us around.”
Mason rolled his eyes and tossed yet another product into the cart. He didn’t bother to correct me. His thoughts on deltas were different from mine. He had embraced his chaos and wasn’t afraid to flaunt his designation. I’d learned the hard way that it was just ammo to be used against you.
“This is going to be a disaster,” I said to anyone who would listen. Clearly, everyone else had lost their damn minds. I was all for kicking her mates’ asses, but this felt like a step too far.
“We’d do it for any family we care about,” Cade said firmly. “So we’re doing it for Conrad.”
The look he gave me saidget in line or shut up. I was at the losing end of this battle.
Mason raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow and pushed the cart toward the next aisle. I reluctantly followed, wishing I was anywhere but here, then I froze.
This was the dreaded nesting section.
“The fuck are we doing in here?” I protested, already backing away from it like it was toxic.
“We’re not making an entire nest,” Mason said firmly. “But I’m not letting this omega be uncomfortable.”
That was unusual. Mason wasn’t normally the one who cared about that shit. The whole thing put me in an even worse mood.
Maybe it was the lack of bloodshed.
