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It’s been almost a week since the flowers and I finally feel like a person again instead of a walking bruise.

I stand in front of the mirror in the guest suite bathroom and actually take the time to get ready for the first time in weeks. Mascara. Eyeliner. A pop of blush on my cheeks. I swipe on a bold layer of bright pink lipstick then fluff my short blonde bob, which is desperately in need of a trim. It still looks cute though. A little wild. Very me.

Leith and Finn went back to my apartment a few days ago with Lark’s help and brought over a huge bag of my favorite lounge clothes and makeup. I’ve mostly been living in the guys’ t-shirts since I got here which is no hardship since everything is soft, oversized, and smells like them. I’ve also managed to successfully hoard several from each alpha. Even Leith. He’s still the most distant of the four, and I have no clue where I stand with him, but that didn’t stop me from stealing two of his t-shirts and a hoodie that smells like a campfire.

I’m wearing one of Finn’s button-downs right now, belted at the waist so it looks like a dress. I’ve added a cute pair of black sandals, even though I haven’t stepped foot outside for weeks and probably won’t be doing it today, either. And a giant pair of silver hoops.

The guys have calmed down a little since the flower incident. Well… most of them have. Leith is still locked in full protective mode. I don’t think he’ll relax until they find my assailant. I refuse to call her by her name. That’s too personal. She doesn’t deserve it.

I take one last look in the mirror, smack my lips, and head out of the suite. Lark will be here soon for our first “Data and Donuts” since the accident. I'm desperate to see her, and equally desperate to talk about something—anything—other than my accident or my crazy stalker.

As I walk down the hallway, I catch the low murmur of male voices coming from the kitchen. The scent of fresh coffee and something sweet hits me, and my stomach does a happy dance. Please, god, be donuts.

For the first time in weeks, I feel like me again. And I’m curious to see how my four alphas react when they get the full Cammie James experience instead of the injured version they’ve been tiptoeing around.

I follow the voices and the incredible smell of fresh coffee and sugar into the kitchen. Finn and Piers are standing at the island talking with Lark and Graham. The second I step into the room, both Finn and Piers go still. Their eyes widen for a split second, then darken in that unmistakably hungry way that makes my omega preen.

That answers that question. They very much like and appreciate the Cammie James experience.

Lark lets out a happy little squeal and rushes over, wrapping me in a big hug. She pulls back almost immediately, hands hovering. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m fine,” I laugh, pulling her back in for a proper squeeze. “I’m not made of glass anymore.”

I look past her to Graham, who’s watching me with a gentle smile. “Hey, giant.”

“Hey, Cam,” he says with warmth. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.”

“Gotta be on my toes if I’m going to keep you in line,” I tease.

Graham looks properly horrified. Finn steps in smoothly, a shy smile on his face. “She’s kidding.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I glow under it. I know I’m glowing. And I don’t give two fucks.

Graham clears his throat. “Let’s go review the data while Lark and Cammie catch up.”

Finn nods, but before he follows Graham out, he reaches out and fingers the hem of the soft shirt-dress I’m wearing. “I like this.”

I smirk. “Look familiar?”

His ears go pink, but he smiles and disappears with Graham toward one of the offices.

I settle at the breakfast table with Lark. Piers slides a ridiculous assortment of donuts in front of us. He leans down, brushing a slow kiss to my cheek, and whispers against my ear, “You look gorgeous, sunshine.”

A purr slips out of me before I can stop it. Piers answers with a low, pleased rumble of his own. Lark suddenly becomes very interested in her donut, working hard not to smile.

Piers straightens. “I’ll be right next door if you need me. Belinda will be here soon if you want anything besides donuts and coffee.”

I reach up without thinking, hooking my fingers in the front of his shirt and tugging him down enough to scent mark his neck. I can’t pinpoint when it started, but I’ve been adding my scent to theirs as often as I can lately. It feels totally natural, like I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.

“We’re good.” When he stands, I look up at him with a wicked little smile. “Thank you, sir.”

His eyes go nearly black. A fresh wave of that delicious purr rolls through his chest. Lark chokes on her donut. Piers gives me one last heated look before he leaves the room.

I sit back, feeling light. Yes, Cammie James is doing much better. And despite the doctor’s very clear request for a minimum of six weeks of rest and no physical activity, I’m not sure I’m going to make it living with these four alphas.

Lark and I settle in at the breakfast table with our donuts and coffee, laptops open between us like old times.

"Okay," I say, grabbing a chocolate glazed before she can. "Tell me everything. What have I missed?"

Lark shrugs, licking sugar off her thumb. "Work's been boring, honestly. Standard stuff. Oh." She perks up. "Aiden found a pack."