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"Well," she says. "For starters, you'll find exclusively omegas and betas as guests here, but mostly omegas. There's a full schedule of activities, but you don't have to engage in any of them if you'd prefer to keep your holidays quiet. I will say, though, that there are omegas from all over here at the Summit, and we get someveryinteresting characters in for the holidays from Pacific City and Oasis."
"Really?" I ask. I've never met an omega from the western part of the former U.S.--where the rules are different, where omegas weren't traded like animals. No...apparently, it's different out there. "Like who?"
"Well, our founder Inari Toure actually vacations here every winter, and she usually holds court in the dining room each evening," Isla says, gesturing at a grand hall to our left, complete with chandeliers and a stage with a jazz band. "She's always eager to chat with Solstice Bay omegas; I would certainly seek her out."
"Okay," I nod, already feeling a little more comfortable. "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Isla smiles. "Let's keep going, shall we?"
We keep walking, exploring the ground floor of the resort, our footsteps echoing on stone. It smells like cinnamon and apples everywhere we go, and I start to settle into the comfort of this place quickly.
"There's a twenty-four hour gym," she says. "A full schedule of fitness classes, yoga courses, and an olympic-sized swimming pool. The grounds are yours to explore, from the tropical greenhouse outside to the Japanese gardens--which are of course covered in snow right now, but are very beautiful."
She guides me to a door with a sign readingHeat Spa: By Appointment Only, and pauses. "And this is what I wanted to explain--are you familiar with Heat Spas?"
I frown. "Um...no, not at all. Needless to say, we don't really have anything like this in Solstice Bay..."
"Right," she says. "Well, this is the Heat Spa, where our vetted team of alphas can accommodate all of your needs if your heat cycle hits while you're here."
"Accommodate?"
She doesn't lower her voice as she responds, giving me a sly smile. "They're here to fuck omegas in need," she says. "All are on contraceptives, none are mated. Their sole job is to satisfy."
"Oh," I say, my voice caught in my throat. I reach up to touch the tattoo I got years ago to protect myself in Solstice Bay--a synthetic claiming mark on my neck. "I have a synth mark; will that be a problem...?"
"Not at all," she says. "Our alphas are paid well to perform this service for our guests, and they're more than happy to do it. You have nothing to worry about."
"Great," I say, my voice quieter than I want it to be. "Do you um...do you get to pick them out?"
She laughs. "If you see any alphas that catch your eye, you can put in a request when you book a stay at the Heat Spa. Just come and see us, okay?"
I nod. "Okay. Great. I'm...this is really great."
She grins. "Isn't it?"
"Have you used it before?" I ask before I have a chance to think twice. "I hope that isn't too intrusive--"
"Not at all," she says. "And I have to admit that...yes, it's one of the perks of the job. I spend every heat there."
"And how is it?"
She leans in with a conspiratorial glance. "Incredible. You don't want to miss out."
I blush bright red and laugh. "I'll come talk to you at the front desk then. Thanks, Isla."
She nods. "Of course. Now...let's head up to your room."
As we make our way to the elevator, I can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by everything I've just learned. A Heat Spa? Alphas paid to satisfy omega needs? It's all so foreign to me, but at the same time, it's intriguing. I can feel the heat pooling low in my belly at the thought of it.
The elevator dings, and Isla leads me down a hallway lined with plush carpeting and soft lighting. The walls are decorated with intricate tapestries and art pieces that look like they've been passed down for generations. It's clear that no expense has been spared in the Summit's decor.
Finally, we arrive at my room. Isla swipes a keycard and opens the door, revealing a spacious suite with a king-sized bed, a fireplace, and a balcony with a view of the snow-covered mountains. I can't help but gasp at the sight...
...and at the man kneeling in front of the fireplace, filling it with firewood.
He glances up at us when we enter, clearly surprised that we've intruded, but Isla doesn't seem perturbed.
"Well, speak of the devil," she says. "Emma, this is Callum, our groundskeeper. Callum, do you need more time? I was just showing Emma her room--"
