Marcus Lopez Novels & Stories

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

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Never had I felt so much anger towards another singular person. I heard a muffled cry come from Ella. The pain and desperation in her voice was real and something you rarely heard from Ella Jones. "You know who I am, Martinez-" "I am well aware," he replied. "Leonardo Loren. The most ruthlessly terrifying man to ever live." "Then you'll be well aware of what I do to people that do things that anger me," Leo said. "And raping my Luna is top of that list." "You've got nothing on me, Loren. Even if you do find me, you're alone, outnumbered and we have guns," he said in an amused tone. "And relax, I'll ensure that she has fun. After all, it is the last thing she'll do before death."

Opening my eyes, I met Mark's fearful gaze and turned my head to find Tom face down, being subdued by two guys I had never seen before. “Miss Martin, it's good that you've calmed down.” My eyes fell on a man about Dad's age, with a Latin accent and smiling gently at me. How he could smile with everything that was happening in this room? “Do you work with Alex?” I asked once my mouth was freed. “No, Miss.” The man, without losing his good mood, proceeded to take off his white hat he wore almost to his eyes “Let me introduce myself, my name is Diego Gómez and before you say it, yes. I was Daniel's father.”

Then a voice cut through my focus. “Alpha Zane. What a pleasant surprise.” I turned. An Alpha approached our table. Not so tall, broad-shouldered, with silver threading through his dark hair. His smile was warm, with his eyes holding a calculative gaze. “Alpha Marcos,” Zane said, standing to clasp the man’s extended hand. His tone was neutral. “I didn’t realize you had arrived.” “Oh, I have.” He chuckled. “Just moments ago. Fashionably late, as always.” Marcos’s smile widened. Then his attention shifted to me. “And this must be your Luna.”

And right now, Leo felt very, very small. Marcus looked up from his monitor as the doors sighed shut behind Leo, sealing them in. He was a mountain of a man, at least six-foot-five, with a physique that strained the seams of his well-tailored, deep blue doorman’s uniform. His skin was the color of rich, dark coffee, and his head was shaved clean, highlighting the severe, powerful line of his jaw. He was older, maybe in his late forties or early fifties, with laugh lines that crinkled around his eyes, but his eyes themselves were sharp, intelligent, and missed nothing. They were currently fixed on Leo, and there was no warmth in them.

He pressed a button on his jacket. "Lucius is dead. Someone killed—" he tried to signal the other mates nearby but his words became muffled when Marcellus lifted from his knees. "My lord!" He staggered back, bowing courteously after regaining his composure. "I..I didn't know it was you, lord Marcellus." The air thickened around them with tension when Marcellus approached him, he faltered but stood his ground. Pursing his lips, never making eye contact with Marcellus. Marcellus smirked, loving his fierce spirit.

On the other side of things, Capri had a bit of a distraction. Her ex-mother in-law was fired from her job as a clergy assistant for fucking a client in her bosses office. Dexter was a good gossip he knew everything and anything. He was like the damn cops. Honestly, better than the cops, they should just employ him. He was also no other than Roxy’s best friend aka Taurus sister. They weren’t too close these days apparently because he talked nothing but trash about her. Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle.

They hugged each other happily after a long time of seeing each other. "How have your been Sofia?" Maria asked. "Yo lo he estado haciendo bien y tu?" Sofia asked. "I have been stressed after my husband died so, I am not doing very well." Maria replied after they sat down. "I'm so sorry for his death, it must be so hard for you to cope. Como esta maestro Felipe?" "Philip is doing fine...he hardly showed his emotions after the burial. He has been working a lot lately and he hasn't spoken to me for three days."

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”