Page 109 of Knot a Good Idea

“Yeah,” Hunter replies. “There’s like, ten different fucking flours in there. And what the fuck isarrowrootpowder?”

Liam points at the mixer I’m using. “I also made sure he ordered that for you. I know you love baking, and we didn’t have anything like that.”

I smile at him, and his eyes fall to my lips. His eucalyptus scent swirls around me while Hunter glares at us.

“They didn’t let me in on it,” he grumbles. “But at least I ordered the fucking eggs.”

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, Hunter,” Liam says easily, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I raise my eyebrows at his boldness, but Hunter only looks entertained.

“I have nothing to be jealous about,” he purrs, winking at me. “Right, babe?”

With Liam holding me and Hunter eating my cookies, this almost feels like I’m in a real relationship with them.

I could have this.

Hunter already knows about what happened to me, and Liam would understand if I told him.

Donovan knows, too.

And they all still accept me.

They shouldn’t have to, a voice whispers inside me as Liam presses a kiss to my ear.This could be easier for them if you weren’t around.

“Hey,” Liam whispers. “Are you okay?”

I nod, keeping the smile on my face. “Of course.”

This isn’t real. They just need you for the wedding, and then they’re done with you.

Hunter meets my eyes, stopping mid bite on another macaron. “Baby?”

They’ll find another Kelly.

I grip the edge of the kitchen island, leaning over slightly to breathe.

Shit, not now…

But panic surges through me before I can stop it.

“Sorry,” I choke out. “Just give me a moment.”

Liam steps away from me, and I want to cry at the loss of contact. “April, what can I do? What do you need?” he sounds slightly panicked himself, his scent intensifying.

“I can’t do this,” I breathe, the air leaving my lungs in awhoosh.

None of this is real.

They’re not my Alphas.

“April.”

Hunter’s low voice snaps me out of my stupor, and I look at him, my breathing ragged. “How many macarons have you baked today?”

“I—what?”

“How many are on the plate?”

I frown. “Why are you asking?—”

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