Novel & Cerita Marcus Lopez Arguello

“Small school up north. Nothing big.” Reyes snorted. “Bullshit. But I don’t need your life story. I need goals.” He glanced toward the first-team training pitches in the distance. “Lopez tore his ACL two weeks ago. First team’s short a striker. Reserves train tomorrow at eight. You survive the week without pissing me off, you’re in the mix. Don’t fuck it up.” Marc nodded once. Inside, something tight and painful uncoiled—relief laced with guilt. This was escape. Not betrayal.

“Damn it, are you Philip Clarke? Get here, kneel down, and apologize to the Lopez family!” The man who spoke had braids in his hair and an arrogant look on his face. Next to him, several men and women glared at Philip with hostile eyes while whispering into the man’s ear. Philip frowned, his eyes growing cold. He was now feeling upset and did not want to cause trouble so he just said coldly, “Who are you? Do we know each other?” “*sshole! Don’t you know Marco Lopez? He's the second young master of the Lopez family, Javi’s younger brother and the youngest son of Rafael Lopez!”

Her father follows Kylie's lead and does the same, only giving her a hug before moving over to great Zander with a handshake. The other two in the back who I haven’t met yet move towards us with friendly warm smiles directed toward me. I tense a little clasping onto Oliver's hand a little tighter, not sure of the reaction I’m about to receive. “Welcome Luna, My name is Alex, this is my mate Meghan, we are Gammas of Liverpool,” the male bows his head in respect as they reach me. Oliver rolls his eyes and gives me an encouraging smile before releasing my hand and bringing Alex into a bro hug.

Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I assumed was Beta Alex given his extraordinarily large stature and solid build. “Julius, this is my Beta, Alex.” Alpha Marco introduced us as he stood from his chair. I extended my hand to Beta Alex as I straightened myself beside Marco. He took it with a surprisingly firm grip, nodding his head in a show of respect before his hazel eyes met mine. His smooth, dark skin paired with striking eyes and near-flawless features made him look more like a doll than a man, but his expression reminded me of a soldier. He had none of the sadistic playfulness that Dean carried with him, in

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.