Page 80 of A Nest of Maple & Mist

“Yes. For an added fee.”

“Of course. We would like to request that,” Jason said.

The beta smiled, typing something on the tablet hanging from her waist.

“Perfect. You are all set to go, Pack Hawthorne.”

I sighed, loving how that sounded.

“I suggest you start here.” She pointed to an aisle on the right. “This will be basics like flooring, paint, wallpaper, pack mattress, etcetera. It will lead you seamlessly through the other departments, nesting materials, toys, and accessories. If you need any help, just press the pink call button on your scanner and I’ll be there in a jiffy. Any questions?”

“No,” I said, eager as an excitable teenager.

Once we were alone, Jason cupped my face with so much tenderness, it made me feel like I was some sort of precious jewel.

“Anything you want, baby girl.”

“That’s right, love,” Shane added.

“Go crazy, sweetheart,” Ty hummed, looking almost as excited as I felt.

“Are you sure? That could get expensive.”

Twin growls fell from my alphas, and Ty’s expression looked pinched.

“Consider it a courting gift,” Jason said, dominance dripping off every word. “Will you deny a courting gift?”

My omega giggled with glee.

Our pack loves us. Now let me go play!

“No,” I breathed.

“Good. Now,” Shane said, smacking my ass, “go have fun, love.”

I spun, glaring at my other alpha. Before I could say anything, Ty dragged me into the essentials section.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can torture our alphas later. There are blankets to buy!”

That sounded nice. Our alphas. And Ty was my beta. Ours. I supposed I could share him with Jason and Shane, but my omega longed to bond. The tips of my teeth ached, imagining sinking into his flesh and leaving my mark next to their bites.

We found the perfect pack bed, large enough for all of us, and the measurements meant it’d slide seamlessly into the recessed spot in the nest. I’d spent far too many hours scrolling through inspiration pictures. I had a rough idea of the theme, but decided I’d let my omega lead.

Some things in life deserved spontaneity, and this felt like one of them.

I fell in love with this massive plush area rug in a deep shade of sage. It complemented the cream color I picked for the walls. Originally, I intended to stock my nest with beachy things. But I quickly learned my omega had other ideas.

Soon, I’d scanned a million blankets and pillows in various shades of sage, cream, and other colors that reminded me of a forest. Jason added a few practical items, discussing with Shane waterproof sheets and a mid-sized fridge for the nest so we wouldn’t have to leave during my heat.

By the time we left, my head hurt. When I tried to look at the total, Jason snatched the scanner, swatting me on the bum. The low warning of, “Behave, baby girl,” had left my pussy a wet, quivering mess.

Nesting Nook confirmed delivery for that afternoon. Shane insisted we stop for lunch so we’d arrive home in time for the delivery. After eating way too much, I slept most of the ride home, curled up in the backseat with Ty.

He smelled so good. My beta smelled almost as potent as my alphas. The clove and musk cocooned me until it lulled me into a heavy sleep.

Sometime later, gentle lips met mine. I whimpered, chasing them in my tired state as they disappeared too quickly.

“We’re home, sweetheart. Shane and Jason said the people from Nesting Nook just finished unloading. Do you want to go back to sleep or work on your nest?”