All Chapters of A Plus Size Omega: Submitting To My Bestie's Alpha Father : Chapter 111 - Chapter 119

Dominic’s POV "My son." I had imagined hearing that voice a thousand times after his death. In dreams, he had stood in the old library, correcting my decisions. In nightmares, he had accused me of failing the family. Sometimes, I remembered him laughing, his large hand resting on my shoulder as he told me that one day the entire territory would belong to me. But I had never imagined hearing him again. Not like this. Not through the security speakers of my own home. "Come home." The words echoed through the dark lodge. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. My wolf stirred violently beneath my skin, pacing inside my chest as though it had recognized something my mind refused to accept. That is him. I stared at the speaker above the doorway. Sixteen years. Sixteen years since I had stood beside a closed coffin and watched the earth swallow the only father I had ever known. Sixteen years since I had taken responsibility for the Blackwood territory, buried my grief

Dominic’s POV The Blackwood memorial stood on a hill overlooking the old estate. It was a place I had avoided for years. Not because I feared remembering my father. Because I remembered him too well. The stone archway was covered in ivy. The family names had been carved into the walls, and a narrow path led to the central memorial. My father's name was at the centre. ALARIC BLACKWOOD. Beneath it was the date of his supposed death. I stopped. For sixteen years, I had believed that was where his story ended. Now I was standing in front of his name, wondering whether I had ever buried him at all. Marcus moved ahead, checking the surrounding trees. "Nothing so far." "Keep looking." He glanced at the memorial. "Do you want me to check the rear entrance?" "Yes. Take one guard with you. Stay within sight." Marcus nodded. Evelyne came up beside me. She looked at the inscription. "Dominic." I didn't answer. Her fingers touched my arm. "Whatever

Serena’s POV"My little girl."I had heard those words before.Not in person. Not from a man standing in front of me.I had heard them through an old recording, distorted by years of silence and broken equipment. I had listened to that voice in the darkness of the ruined laboratory, holding a photograph of two people I barely remembered.My parents.For months, I had imagined what it would feel like to hear my father's voice again.I had imagined running toward him. I had imagined asking why he had left. I had imagined crying in his arms and finally feeling that some part of my life had returned to me.But I had never imagined hearing him from beneath a machine that was draining the life out of my body."Papa?"My voice barely came out.The darkness beneath the circular structure shifted."Serena, listen to me."I struggled to lift my head."Where are you?""Don't come closer."My eyes filled with tears."Papa, is that really you?"A pause.Then the voice softened."Yes, sweetheart. I

Serena’s POV I was beginning to understand something. The covenant wasn't simply a machine. It was responding to everyone in the chamber. It recognized our bloodlines. It recognized our choices. And somehow, it was listening. I looked at Seraphine. "Why are you taking my power?" She turned toward me. "Because you carry the Counter-Pattern." "That's not an answer." "It is the only answer you need." "No." I forced myself to stand straighter, even though Dominic was supporting most of my weight. "My mother spent her life trying to create a cure. She believed it could save people. She never wanted to turn it into a weapon." Seraphine's eyes narrowed. "Mara Hart was a clever woman." "You knew her?" "I knew her work." "Did you know my father?" Her gaze shifted toward the opening. "Better than you might imagine." I swallowed. "Then tell me where he is." Seraphine looked at the machine. "He is exactly where he chose to be." I stared at her.

Evelyne's POV “Welcome home, my daughter.” The voice came from beneath the staircase. It was soft. Gentle. And painfully familiar. For a moment, I forgot the people standing around me. I forgot the machine, the warnings flashing across the walls, and the woman who had spent centuries stealing what never belonged to her. I heard only that voice. My mother's voice. I hadn't heard it since I was a little girl. I remembered her hands brushing my hair before bedtime. I remembered the scent of lavender on her dresses and the silver pendant she always wore. I remembered asking her why the old family portraits had been locked away. She had smiled and told me that some stories were too old to be useful. I had believed her. Now, standing inside the original covenant chamber, I understood how much she had hidden. “Mama?” I whispered. Dominic moved closer. “Evelyne?” I couldn't answer. The staircase glowed brighter. At its bottom, a figure appeared. A woman stood in the darkne