Fallen General's Omega (BL)-Chapter 187: Store

I glance at the store attendant as he carefully packs what must be the hundredth shirt. The pile of clothes on the counter has grown so high it’s starting to feel excessive, but Thorne did tell me to splurge a little, so who am I to argue? This is, after all, the finest clothing store in all of Vitra—or so they say. Judging by the sheer size of the place and the meticulous detail in every design, I’m inclined to believe it.

I try not to pay much attention to the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law duo browsing the fancy dresses nearby. Their voices are an endless stream of chatter, occasionally breaking into laughter as they hold up extravagant gowns for one another. It’s sweet, in a way, but not something I’m interested in. Instead, I wander the aisles, my attention caught by the vast array of options. I pick out anything that pleases me, and judging by the growing pile at the counter, that’s quite a lot.

I’m examining a particularly soft fabric when a different store attendant approaches. This time it’s a young man, his sharp uniform perfectly pressed, his manner calm but professional. There’s a certain gentleness to his demeanor, and I immediately wonder if he might be an omega. Not that I want to jump to conclusions, but it’s something about the way he carries himself—graceful yet unassuming.

"Greetings," he says with a polite bow, his voice light and pleasant.

How cute. I motion for him to stand straight, and he does, though a bit nervously. As he steps closer, I notice one of Thorne’s guards shift at the edge of my vision, clearly on alert. With a small motion of my finger, I silently tell him to stand down. There’s no threat here, just an attendant doing his job.

Leaning in slightly, the man lowers his voice to a whisper. "We have a special showing for... married omegas," he says, his tone conspiratorial, as though he’s letting me in on a secret.

I glance at him, puzzled for a moment, before I realize what gave me away—my collar. The realization makes me smile. "Alright," I say, curious now.

The man beams and motions for me to follow him. As we move toward the back of the store, I notice a glint on his finger—a wedding band. "Are you married too?" I ask, more out of politeness than anything.

He nods as we approach a door that, moments ago, I could’ve sworn was just a wall. "Yes, a year now. My alpha husband works under the Remiro dukedom as an official. I’ve heard about the Duchess’s son and his husband from my husband," he adds with a knowing smile.

The room he leads me into is nothing short of breathtaking. My eyes widen as I take in the displays—delicate pieces of lingerie, all clearly designed for male omegas. It’s beautiful, intricate, and unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

I walk to one of the racks, fingers brushing against the lace of a crimson set. "I didn’t know they made pieces like this for omegas," I admit, unable to hide my fascination.

The attendant—Alan, as I later learn—chuckles softly. "They rarely do. Most of these are custom-made, honestly. There are so few omegas in high society, and the prices are... well, out of reach for most people. Seeing someone like you here, though—it’s kind of exciting," he says, looking sheepish.

"Why’s that?" I ask, still marveling at the craftsmanship. On my wedding day, the priests provided me with some ornate undergarments, but they were clearly designed for women and about as uncomfortable as you’d expect. Ever since, I’ve stuck to plain, practical options. Thorne has never complained—far from it—but seeing these pieces, I can’t help but wonder what he might think.

Alan shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m in charge of this section, but I haven’t had a sale in months. Most people don’t even know this exists."

"Well, let’s change that," I say, plucking the crimson set off the rack. "Can I try this on? I might not like it."

He hesitates. "You’d have to buy it if you do. I can’t exactly sell it to another customer afterward."

"That’s fine," I reply, already heading toward the dressing room. Alan follows to assist, his movements professional and respectful as he helps me into the delicate garment. He doesn’t comment on the jagged scar across my stomach—a mark from a time I’d rather not revisit—and for that, I’m grateful.

When I finally look in the mirror, I can’t help but laugh. Thorne is not going to let me walk away tonight, not in this. The thought makes my cheeks heat, but I’m already imagining the look on his face.

"I want them all," I declare, stepping out of the dressing room.

Alan blinks, stunned. "All... of them?"

"All of them," I repeat, smiling as I pull my outer clothes back on.

"Right away!" he says, his excitement palpable as he hurries to pack every set I’d admired.

As I wait, I glance at the mirror again, adjusting my collar slightly. The thought of Thorne’s reaction keeps a warm smile on my face. Tonight is going to be... interesting.

As Alan busied himself packing up my selections, I wandered back into the main part of the store. The hum of chatter from other patrons filled the air, but my mind was elsewhere. I pictured Thorne’s face when he saw me in these delicate pieces—his expression somewhere between awe and desire, that little smile he only ever showed me. It made my heart race.

"Everything is ready, sir!" Alan called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned back to see him standing proudly by the counter, the sets neatly folded and wrapped in elegant boxes.

"Thank you, Alan. You’ve been very helpful," I said, slipping a few small coins into his hand as a tip.

He glanced down at the coins, his eyes widening slightly. "You’re too kind, my lord," he said, bowing deeply.

The coins may have been too generous, honestly though I think it is worth it.