All Chapters of A Plus Size Omega: Submitting To My Bestie's Alpha Father : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter One Serena’s POV The stories about Alpha Dominic Blackwood had been whispered around the Blackwood territory like forbidden secrets since the day I was old enough to understand what they meant. Everyone knew one thing about him: he was not a good man. He was a powerful man. A ruthless man. A feared man. But good? No. Not even close. At least, that was what the pack whispered when they thought no one was listening. I had heard them all. Dominic had taken over his father’s territory before he turned thirty and somehow turned it into one of the strongest packs in the entire region. Rival Alphas avoided provoking him like he was the plague. Betas lowered their voices when they spoke his name in the training yards. Even the older Alphas—men who had spent decades commanding their own packs and ruling with iron fists—treated him with careful, wary respect. He was famous. Infamous, really. People said he had never lost a territory dispute. They said he could smell fear before

Serena’s POV Dominic sat in the large black leather chair behind his massive desk, the same chair where he signed territory treaties and issued orders that made rival packs tremble. His suit jacket was gone. The white shirt hung completely open and half-off one powerful shoulder, revealing the sculpted expanse of his bare chest—hard muscle dusted with dark hair, rising and falling with controlled but heavy breaths. His black trousers were open, shoved down just enough. And straddling his lap, facing him, was a woman. I recognized her dimly from earlier—the sleek brunette in the tight red dress who had touched his arm and offered him a private dinner and steak. Her dress was now hiked up around her waist. She wore nothing underneath. Her long legs were spread wide over his thick thighs, bare skin glowing in the lamplight. One of Dominic’s large hands gripped her bare ass possessively, fingers digging into soft flesh as he guided her movements. The other was tangled in her dark hai

Serena's POV Dominic He was already dressed for the day in dark training pants that clung to powerful thighs and a fitted black long-sleeve shirt that did nothing to hide the breadth of his chest and the way the fabric stretched across his shoulders. His dark hair was still damp from a shower, pushed back from his forehead. The trimmed beard framed the hard line of his jaw. He looked unfairly good. The ruthless Alpha everyone feared. My secret crush for years. The man I had just witnessed fucking another woman and then catching me spying on myself. His storm-gray eyes lifted the second I stepped into the room and locked onto me. The air left my lungs in a rush. Heat flooded my face so fast I felt dizzy. I wanted to turn and run back upstairs. I wanted to crawl under the table and hide. I wanted—God help me—his hands on me again, that same possessive grip from the cake table, but this time without the memory of Lydia between us. Amelia grinned and pushed a plate toward the empty s

Serena’s POV “Stop.” The single word cracked through the air like a whip. I flinched so hard my shoulder slammed into the high back of the chair, the impact sending a dull ache through my already trembling body. The dining room, which had felt warm and golden just minutes ago, now seemed cavernous and cold, the morning light too sharp against my flushed skin. Dominic stood slowly, the leather of his chair creaking under his weight. He walked around the long marble table with that same unhurried predator’s stride that had made entire packs fall silent. Each step echoed in the sudden quiet. He stopped beside my chair—close, far too close. The scent of cedar, woodsmoke, and something darker, something purely Alpha, wrapped around me like a living thing. It made my head spin even as my stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. He reached down and hooked a single finger under my chin, tilting my face up with almost clinical precision. His thumb brushed the edge of my jaw, rough and warm,

Serena’s POVI stayed under the covers until the light outside the windows turned from gold to a bruised purple, then faded entirely into darkness. My tears had dried into sticky trails on my cheeks, but the ache in my chest refused to ease. Every time I shifted, the sheets whispered against my skin, reminding me of the body I had just stood in front of the mirror and judged so harshly. Wide hips that spilled over the edge of the mattress when I lay on my side. Soft stomach that folded slightly when I curled up. Thighs that rubbed together even in this oversized bed. All of it felt like evidence—proof of why Dominic had looked at me with nothing but cold finality.*You’re too much. Too soft. Too obvious. He saw every extra inch last night and still chose to walk away.*Rose had gone quiet hours ago, curled up in the back of my mind like a wounded animal. I didn’t blame her. What was there left to say?A soft knock at the door made me tense.“Serena?” Amelia’s voice floated through the