All Chapters of A Plus Size Omega: Submitting To My Bestie's Alpha Father : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Serena's POV Midnight. The Blackwood lodge was wrapped in a silence so complete it felt like the walls themselves were mourning with me. I had been lying in bed for nearly two hours, eyes burning, mind refusing to quiet. No matter how many times I turned over, the same images kept flashing behind my eyelids — Dominic’s face when I told him I was leaving, the way his jaw had clenched, the flash of pain in his eyes that he quickly buried. The certainty that I was doing the right thing warred with the devastating ache in my chest. Sleep wasn’t coming. It wouldn’t come. My throat felt like sandpaper. I needed water. Or maybe I just needed to stop lying in the dark with nothing but my thoughts for company. With a heavy sigh, I pushed the blankets off and sat up. The cool air kissed my skin as I slipped my silk robe over my thin nightdress and tied it loosely at the waist. I didn’t bother with slippers. The cold floor might ground me. The corridor outside my room was dimly lit by low

Serena's POV I didn't sleep. Not properly. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his voice. Dominic's low laughter. Evelyne whispering his name. The quiet intimacy behind a bedroom door I had no right to open. I had spent the entire night convincing myself that leaving was the right decision. Yet, when the first rays of sunlight slipped through my curtains, I discovered that knowing something was right didn't make it hurt any less. I sat up slowly. My suitcase stood beside the wardrobe. Everything was ready. My clothes. My books. My few personal belongings. The small silver flower Liora had made for me lay beside my handbag. I picked it up and ran my thumb over its uneven petals. "She'll miss you," Rose whispered. I swallowed. "I'll miss her too." And Amelia. "Yes." And him. I closed my fingers around the necklace. "Don't." Rose sighed. You can leave the house, Serena. You cannot order your heart to stop loving him. "I don't need to stop loving him today." I p

Serena’s POV The old Blackwood estate appeared through the morning mist like the skeleton of something that had once been magnificent. I remembered the photographs Dominic had shown me once. The grand entrance, the enormous windows, the gardens that stretched across the hills, and the ancient stone walls that had stood for generations. None of that remained. The fire had devoured almost everything. Blackened pillars rose from the earth like broken bones. The roof had collapsed years ago, leaving the rooms exposed to the sky. Ivy crawled over the surviving walls, and weeds had claimed the paths that once led to the front entrance. Even the air felt different here. Heavy. Silent. As if the land remembered the screams of the people who had died. I pressed my fingers around the silver key hanging from my mother's necklace. The house beneath the ashes remembers its master. My father's laboratory. It had been here all along. "Are you certain this is where you want to go?" Th

**Dominic’s POV** I had spent the last hour pretending to listen to Evelyne. We were in the western lodge’s private library, the one lined with dark oak shelves and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the misty pine forest. Morning light filtered through the glass in pale gold shafts, illuminating dust motes that danced like tiny spirits. A fire crackled softly in the hearth, but its warmth did nothing to thaw the ice settling in my chest. Evelyne sat across from me in the deep leather armchair, cradling a cup of chamomile tea between her slender hands. Her voice was soft, almost distant, as she spoke of the sanctuary where she had been held for sixteen years. “The cold was the worst,” she murmured, staring into her tea. “Not the kind that freezes your skin, but the kind that settles deep in your bones and never leaves. The walls were white. Everything was white. Sometimes I wondered if they chose that color so we would forget what real life looked like.” She took a slo

Dominic’s POV I read the message three times. **YOUR FATHER DID NOT DIE THE WAY YOU WERE TOLD.** **AND SERENA'S FATHER IS NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO SURVIVED.** The words remained on my screen, but my mind had already travelled somewhere else. To the night my father died. I remembered the storm. The smell of burning wood. The guards running through the estate. The explosion that had destroyed the western wing. I remembered standing beside his coffin, staring at a closed lid because the damage had been too severe for anyone to identify the body. I had been twenty-three. Young enough to believe that grief was something a person could survive by becoming harder. Old enough to know that I had inherited a territory full of enemies. My father's death had been declared an accident. A gas explosion in the old estate's underground storage rooms. There had been an investigation. Witness statements. A funeral. And a body. At least, that was what I had been told. I looked at Evelyne