All Chapters of A Plus Size Omega: Submitting To My Bestie's Alpha Father : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dominic’s POV The laughter followed us down the stairs. It crawled through the sanctuary like something alive, slipping beneath my skin and settling inside my bones. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, to find the source of that terrible sound and destroy it before it could reach my family. But Serena was below us. And she was screaming. “Move!” I roared. Amelia raced beside me, her silver-lit wrists illuminating the narrow passage. The darkness twisted around the ancient walls, swallowing the crystals one by one. Behind us, Evelyne struck the barrier. “Dominic!” I turned my head. She was still trapped inside the silver light, her palms pressed against its surface. “Don't let him take you to the third circle!” she shouted. “Who?” I demanded. “Varek?” Her expression changed. “No. Not Varek.” A tremor shook the staircase. “Then who?” Evelyne opened her mouth, but the darkness swallowed her voice. The barrier flashed. And she disappeared. “Mom!” Amelia screa

Dominic’s POV The first thing I felt was cold. Not the ordinary cold of winter or the sharp bite of ice against bare skin. This cold reached deeper. It slipped through my fingers, climbed my arms, and settled around my heart as though something had wrapped its hands around it and begun to squeeze. Then I heard Evelyne laugh. I stopped breathing. It was a soft, familiar sound—the laugh she used to give me whenever I did something foolish and pretended I had done it deliberately. For sixteen years, I had remembered that laugh in fragments. Sometimes it came to me in dreams. Sometimes I heard it in the rustling of trees outside my bedroom window. Sometimes I woke in the middle of the night convinced she had just walked past my door. Every time, I reached for her. Every time, my hand found an empty space. But now the laughter was real enough to hurt. “Evelyne?” My voice sounded strangely distant. I opened my eyes. I was no longer standing inside the sanctuary. I stood ben

Dominic’s POV The child’s laughter came from beneath our feet. It was small. Almost sweet. And it was the most terrifying sound I had ever heard. The sanctuary plunged into darkness so complete that even the silver veins running through the stone vanished. For one suspended moment, I could hear nothing—not Serena’s breathing beside me, not Amelia calling my name, not the distant groan of the ancient structure settling around us. Then something beat beneath the floor. Once. Twice. Two different rhythms. One was slow and faint, like a heart struggling to remember how to live. The other was fast, furious, and terribly familiar. I had heard that second rhythm before. Sixteen years ago. On the night Evelyne disappeared. My wolf surged against my ribs. No. I gripped Serena’s hand, refusing to let the darkness separate us. “Everyone stay where you are.” “Dominic?” Amelia’s voice came from somewhere to my left. “I can't see anything.” “Don't move.” A silver light flicker

Dominic's POV A real child. She looked no older than six, with dark hair, pale cheeks, and eyes the same storm-gray as mine. But there was no blackness beneath her skin. No shadow in her smile. Only confusion. And fear. She looked at Evelyne. “Mother?” Evelyne reached for her. The child hesitated. Then she ran. Evelyne caught her against her chest with a sob that seemed to tear sixteen years of pain from her body. “My baby,” she whispered. “My beautiful baby.” I could barely breathe. The child lifted her face. Her eyes found mine. “Daddy?” This time, I felt no pull toward the circle. No unnatural compulsion. No ancient hunger hiding behind her voice. Only a child asking whether she was safe. I knelt before them. “Yes,” I whispered. “I'm here.” She studied my face. “Are you going to leave me?” The question nearly destroyed me. I held out my arms, giving her the choice to come closer. “Not because you're frightened. Not because you'

Dominic’s POV I had faced enemies without flinching. I had stood in burning buildings while the sky rained ash, watched blood spill across my territory in rivers, and made decisions that determined whether hundreds of people lived or died. But nothing — nothing in my long, brutal life — had prepared me for the sight of my family sitting together at one table. My family. The word felt both foreign and achingly familiar, like a language I had once spoken fluently and then forgotten. Amelia sat on Evelyne’s right, radiant and grown, while Liora occupied the chair beside me. The little girl was too small for the dining chair, so Marcus had found a thick velvet cushion for her. Even then, her feet barely reached the edge of the seat. She was determined to eat without assistance, which had already resulted in a small spill of creamy soup on the front of her pale blue dress. “Careful, sweetheart,” Evelyne said softly, reaching for a napkin with the gentle instinct of a mother w