Page 79 of Dream Girl
Well, this was super amusing. I was pretty sure Marcos was a young alpha. An alpha and a theta. That could get interesting, considering alphas needed to protect and be needed, and thetas liked to pretend they didn’t need anyone.
“Marcos, our seats are over here, Mijo,” a man called.
“Papi, come here. I want you to meet someone.” Marcos waved him over.
“You want me to meet your papi?” Her grin went nervous.
“I do.” Marcos looked over at me and suddenly realized that Riley wasn’t alone. “Is this your pack? I’m so sorry to interrupt.”
“Part of them, and no, it’s fine.” Her head ducked a little as she grinned.
“It’s so nice to meet you.” Marcos turned to me as four guys joined him.
“This is my brother Evan and his mate, Wes. The blanket potato on the end is Grace,” Riley introduced.
“Evan and Wes.” Marcos nodded. “Ri talks about you. No Spence?” He looked around.
“He had an outdoor business meeting. But maybe we can go visit him this week? The cafeteria at his work has good ice cream; they change flavors on Wednesdays,” Riley replied.
She wanted to take him to visit Spencer? Oh boy.
“Outdoor business meetings last forever, don’t they? Pops always has them. I’ve tried to take it up, but it’sso boring.” Marcos looked over at a rather imposing alpha, who was older than Spencer, grey in his dark hair.
That dad of Marcos’ reminded me a bit of my old drill sergeant and looked a tad familiar–he might be law enforcement. The man messed up Marcos’ hair.
“Anyway, Ri, meet my four dads. Papi, Dad, Pops, and Dado, meet my friend Ri, from school–and her family,” Marcos said.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you. He talks about you all the time,” the one he indicated asPapi, said to Riley.
“He does?” Riley smiled and ducked her head. “He… he talks about you, too.”
Wes leaned in, voice barely audible, “Is that?”
I nodded.Papi,the shortest and slightest of the four, was a lithe and handsome man, with dark wavy hair and tan skin,come-hithereyes. He was an omega, and also averyfamous actor, named Antonio Caruso. He played heartthrobs who could ballroom dance, had perfect aim, and drove fast cars.
We met the others. Dado was clearly an ex-military alpha. Dad had a more easygoing nature about him and could be a beta, it was hard to tell with all the scents flying around. Pops, the one who might be law-enforcement, seemed like he was head alpha.
“I’m so glad to meet you all as well,” Antonio told us.
“It’s always nice to meet Marcos’ friends.” Pops kept an arm around Antonio’s waist. He kept glancing over at Grace, who’d sat up, but was still huddled against Wes.
She was pretty, with her delicate features and grey-blue eyes. They could also be trying to figure out where she fit, sinceblanket potatowasn’t one of the usual descriptors used in families and packs. Wes kept one arm around her as he held my hand. His look clearly saidmine.
“We should take our seats,” Pops said. “The movie will start soon, and we haven’t ordered yet.”
“I’ll be right there,” Marcos said as his dads went to their seats.
A few people gave Antonio appreciative looks as he walked by, Pops’ arm around him the entire time.
“I know things are busy, but if you could at least answer the text about math, I’d appreciate it,” Marcos told Riley.
“Marcos,” Antonio called.
“I should go. I’ll see you Monday?” he said.
She smiled. “Yeah, fuck you later.”
“Fuckyoulater.” He grinned and ran off.
