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Kieran shrugs, a slight smile playing at his lips.

"No."

"I need air," Ezekiel declares, clearly reaching his limit. "For my own sanity."

Damon's rich chuckle fills the space as he moves to follow. "I'll join you to finish my cigar. Wouldn't want to taint the prestigious porcelain wallpaper with smoke." He pauses, giving me a look that makes my insides melt. "I'll be back. Make sure you finish all your food."

"Okay," I agree softly, earning an approving smile.

"She will," Rhett assures them, his presence warm and solid beside me. "I'll make sure of it."

I turn to give him a defiant look, but he counters it with pure Alpha authority.

"Our Omega wouldn't go against what their Alpha wants, hm?"

The words bypass all my usual resistance, making me cave almost instantly. Something primal in me responds to his tone, to the possessive way he says 'our Omega.'

Kieran rises gracefully, crossing to press a kiss to my cheek with effortless affection.

"Eat," he encourages softly. "If you want more, we can make you more or anything else you desire."

A smile spreads across my face as warmth floods my chest.

This – this is what I've always wanted. Not the wealth or power they represent, but this simple moment of normalcy. The casual affection, the playful banter, the genuine care for my wellbeing.

This is what pack life should be. Not the rigid hierarchy and forced submission I grew up witnessing, but this natural flow of authority and affection.

These men don't demand my obedience – they earn it through genuine care and protection. They don't seek to diminish me but to elevate me, to make me truly part of their unit.

Looking around at them –Rhett's protective presence beside me, Kieran's gentle affection, Damon and Ezekiel's careful attention even as they step outside– I feel something settle in my soul.

This is the balance I've read about in romance novels but never truly believed could exist.

Four powerful Alphas who don't compete for dominance over me but work together to ensure my happiness and safety.

Is this how it’s supposed to flow when it’s right? So effortlessly without a worry of second-guessing your choices?

For the first time since fleeing my wedding, since seeking refuge in the Safe Haven, I feel truly at home in a place I haven’t even gotten to explore yet.

Not because of the luxurious surroundings or their obvious wealth, but because of how natural it feels to be here with them.

How right it feels to be their Omega, to be claimed not as property but as an essential part of their pack.

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~DAMON~

The morning air carries hints of approaching autumn as I take another slow drag from my cigar, savoring the rich tobacco while surveying the forest that surrounds our mansion.

The property stretches for acres in every direction, providing both privacy and protection – two commodities I've learned to value above most others in my line of work.

Relief flows through me as I consider Kamari's current state – safe, well-fed, and most importantly, in good spirits despite everything she's endured.

The way she's already integrating with the pack exceeds my most optimistic expectations. There's an ease to her interactions with each of us that speaks of natural compatibility rather than forced adaptation.

My attention drifts back to the glass doors leading to our living space, drawn by movement within.

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