All Chapters of A Plus Size Omega: Submitting To My Bestie's Alpha Father : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Serena’s POV Amelia led me along the garden path, chattering about nothing — a funny patient at the clinic who’d tried to shift mid-examination, a new song she’d found that made her want to dance in the car. I nodded along, forcing small smiles, but my mind kept circling back like a wolf chasing its own tail. The way Dominic’s hands had felt on me at the cake table, spanning my waist like they belonged there, his thumb stroking that hidden curve with deliberate possessiveness. The rejection. The mirror. *You don’t deserve him. You’re too much.* I hugged my arms around myself, trying to shrink into the oversized cream sweater, feeling the soft roll of my stomach press against the fabric every time I breathed. We walked for twenty minutes, the silence between her stories growing heavier with each step. The night air was cool against my skin, carrying the scent of pine and distant howls from patrol wolves. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the grav

Serena’s POV The Blackwood estate came into view far too quickly. I stared through the passenger window as the familiar iron gates swung open with a low groan, revealing the long, winding driveway lined with ancient oaks and the massive stone house beyond. Moonlight spilled across the manicured lawns, turning everything silver and cold. My stomach tightened into a hard knot. The club had been exactly what Amelia promised—loud, chaotic, and blissfully distracting. For a few hours, the bass had drowned out the memory of Dominic’s voice cutting through me like a blade. The drinks had blurred the edges of his rejection. The betas’ attention had, for one reckless moment, made me feel seen instead of invisible. But now we were home. And every inch of the estate seemed to pulse with his presence. Amelia parked near the entrance and switched off the engine. The sudden silence felt heavier than the music we’d left behind. She turned toward me with a grin that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Dominic stood alone at the base of the grand staircase long after the soft click of Serena’s bedroom door echoed through the quiet house. The lights in the entrance hall had been dimmed for the night, casting long, sharp shadows across the black marble floor. He hadn’t moved an inch. He couldn’t. Her scent still hung in the air like a brand seared into his lungs. Vanilla and warm honey. The faint sweetness of whatever fruity cocktail she had been drinking. Club smoke. And underneath it all—sharp, invasive, wrong—the lingering traces of other males. Young betas. Cocky, unranked wolves who had danced too close, breathed her in, put their hands where they had no fucking right to touch. His wolf slammed against the inside of his ribs so hard Dominic’s knuckles whitened on the carved banister. *She is ours. Those betas touched her. Their scents are all over her skin. Claim her. Mark her. Drag her back downstairs, rip that little black dress off her soft body, and bury yourself so

Dawn crept through the tall windows of the estate like an unwelcome intruder, painting the halls in pale gold. Dominic hadn’t slept. He’d stood under the scalding shower for nearly an hour after returning from the border, scrubbing Lydia’s scent from his skin until it was raw, but nothing erased the image of that flyer. “Blackwood’s soft one. Easy target. Omega with the curves.” The words looped in his mind like a curse. They knew about Serena. They were circling her because of him—because he had pushed her away, made her feel small, left her vulnerable in that club dress while he fucked a shadow in the city. His wolf had been pacing all night, claws scraping against his control. *Go to her. Now. Before the sun rises and the threat gets closer.* Dominic had tried to resist. He’d paced his own wing, reviewed border reports, even downed two glasses of whiskey. But the bond—whatever the fuck it was—was waking. He could feel it humming under his skin, pulling him toward the east g

“Easy,” he growled, voice thick. “I’ve got you.”Serena gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders—not pushing him away, but clutching for balance. Her eyes were wide, cheeks flushed deep red from the heat and the humiliation. “Let go of me! You don’t get to touch me after what you said. After rejecting me. After… after Lydia.” The mention of the other woman stung, but he deserved it. He loosened his grip but didn’t step back, his hands still resting on the dramatic curve of her waist, thumbs brushing the soft swell of her stomach. Water poured over both of them now, soaking his clothes, plastering the fabric to his skin. He could feel every inch of her—the way her full breasts rose and fell against him, the plush press of her belly, the way her thick thighs trembled. “I lied to you,” he admitted, the words torn from him. “This morning. When I said you could never be my mate. It wasn’t because of how you look, Serena. It was because of me. Because you’re Amelia’s best friend. Bec