Page 73 of Curvy Quirky Omega

Well, this wasn’t my problem anymore.

I walked past the two alphas and placed my hand at the small of Lucy’s back, directing her toward the table. I pulled out the chair at the head and ignored her protests, gently pushing her down into it as I jerked my chin at the chair on her left.

Cas didn’t immediately sit, but he stood behind the chair and waited, eyes on everyone but her. Frankie just smirked and sat at the opposite end of the table so she’d be facing Lucy, leaning back to balance the chair on two legs like the obnoxious little punk she was.

I thought I’d feel…uneasy about seeing Frankie’s father—about seeing him with Lucy, but for whatever reason I was fine.

Maybe it was because Francisco had made it very clear he was nothing more than a father figure to her. He’d do anything to make her happy. We had that in common so I understood why he’d find a way for her to meet her biological father even if I didn’t like it.

I was actually kind of relieved Cas had been right. Having Francisco on my side simply because Lucy was on my side was a nice perk.

Sitting down on Lucy’s right, I set my elbow on the table and rested my chin in my hand, watching as my mother tried to figure out where to sit.

To my surprise, Francisco chose the seat next to mine and once he sat down, everyone else found their places, including my mother.

Cas watched her like a hawk as she walked around the table and my mother patted him on the back in a silent greeting, but she only had eyes for Lucy.

My mother pulled out her chair as she took in the antique diamond necklace Lucy wore. It was obviously very expensive, even to the untrained eye, but the moment she saw the bond marks, my mother froze.

Then she sat down so calmly I would have sworn I’d imagined it if Cas wasn’t watching her just as closely, reacting to the potential threat before I had to. My mother ignored Cas’s soft growl and smiled at Lucy.

My omega’s grey eyes were closer to blue now, but there was a hint of red to them and where the two colors met looked violet. It was close enough to her grey that I didn't think many people could see the change, but my mother seemed to notice where the grey was starting to shift into something else.

Lucy sat there and let my mother take in every detail of her appearance without moving or looking away. Her hair style, the clothes, all the tattoos, and the dark purple lipstick I couldn’t wait to devour…

“Please take good care of my sons.” My mother turned away first and I didn’t know what to make of it.

She’d conceded to Lucy in front of everyone without making a single fuss about the bond or the way my omega looked.

“Why did you call this meeting, Lopez? I still have a funeral to plan.”

“Ah, well, I was hoping to speak with you about what happened with Arturo…”

I stopped listening, trying to figure out what my mother was trying to accomplish.

Did she want to show me she could accept my omega? Did she hope this would bring me back? Or was she trying to get me to step into some kind of trap?

I may have quietly registered my bond with Lucy, but we haven’t made it public. There wasn’t a ceremony or a wedding planned yet either.

We didn’t even have any legal paperwork that would protect us. I’d even forgone the usual prenup because there was no way either of us would survive a divorce and it didn’t really matter since I was no longer a part of the Valor pack.

Did my mother think I’d accept a political marriage as long as I had Lucy as my bonded?

Then my mother turned to me and I realized everyone was waiting for me to say something, but I hadn’t been listening.

I looked to Cas, hoping he’d explain.

“Do you want me to go get him?”

I looked at Lucy then, giving her one last chance to decide. She nodded once, her hands in lap with her fingers laced together like she was doing her very best not to fidget.

Cas didn’t wait for me to give him the go-ahead, he just got up and leaned down so Lucy was forced to look at him. “I’ll be right back.”

The way she blushed was enchanting but the euphoric feeling I could feel through the bond was even more so. She fucking loved how invasive we were.

Who would have thought this could work out so well?

An omega who was just as obsessed as we were, who saw our psychotic bullshit for what it was – love and adoration.

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