All Chapters of A Plus Size Omega: Submitting To My Bestie's Alpha Father : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Serena’s POV Sunlight poured through the tall kitchen windows of Dominic’s private wing, turning the dark marble counters into sheets of warm gold and making the lake beyond the glass look like it had been scattered with diamonds. The air already smelled of strong coffee, sizzling bacon, and the faint, lingering musk of last night’s claiming that still clung to my skin. I sat on the cool edge of the island, Dominic’s oversized black shirt hanging off one shoulder and barely covering the tops of my thick thighs. My heavy breasts pressed against the soft fabric, nipples still faintly sore and peaked from his mouth. My soft belly felt round and heavy, a pleasant, secret weight that made me shift on the counter every few seconds. Between my legs I was still slick, still tender, still leaking the slow, warm trickle of him that no amount of showering had fully washed away. Dominic moved around the kitchen like he owned every inch of it—which, of course, he did. He was shirtless, low-slun

Serena's POV I stepped closer until I could feel the heat of him. “Dominic. Talk to me.”He ran a hand through his hair again, then rested both hands on my shoulders, thumbs stroking the fabric of his shirt. “They found footprints. Several sets. Fresh. Inside the western treeline.” My mouth suddenly felt dry. “From Ironclaw?” “Yes.” Rose immediately became restless inside me, pacing, growling low. *Enemy. Close. Protect mate.* I swallowed. “But you said your guards were watching the borders. You doubled the patrols.” “They are. They were.” His jaw tightened. “Someone helped them. Someone who knew the exact window when the western line would be thinnest.” The words settled heavily between us. A traitor. Someone inside Blackwood territory had helped the enemy cross the border. Suddenly the peaceful kitchen didn’t feel peaceful anymore. I looked toward the windows, toward the forest. Every tree suddenly seemed capable of hiding an enemy. The sunlight that had felt

Serena's POV “It has to be her. The bloodline is correct.” Bloodline. My mouth went dry. What bloodline?I had never considered myself important. I was Serena. A plus-size omega who had spent most of her life trying to make herself smaller, quieter, invisible. I wasn’t a princess. I wasn’t a warrior. I didn’t have some extraordinary power. My parents had died when I was young. Most of my childhood memories were blurred around the edges, like someone had taken an eraser to them. I had been passed between relatives before eventually becoming Amelia’s best friend, the plus-size girl who laughed too loud and ate too much and tried not to take up space. There was nothing special about me. Was there? My stomach twisted, cold and tight. “Rose.” My wolf didn’t answer. “Rose.” Still nothing. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” She finally spoke, voice small in a way that terrified me more than her growls. *Because I remember something too.* Ice slid down my spine, pooling in m

**The question hung between them like a blade, sharp and inescapable.** “Who killed them, Dominic?” Serena’s voice was barely more than a whisper, but it cut through the thick silence of the private wing with the force of a howl. The private kitchen, usually a sanctuary of dark marble counters and warm lighting, now felt like a cage. The broken phone still lay on the island, its shattered screen a jagged reminder of the message that had detonated her world: *ASK HIM WHY YOUR PARENTS DIED.* Dominic didn’t answer. And that was when she knew. Not suspected. Not feared. *Knew.* Her entire body went cold, as if the blood in her veins had turned to ice water. The mate bond between them—usually a warm, living current of gold and heat—now pulsed with something darker, something that tasted like betrayal and old blood. She could feel his guilt rolling through it, thick and suffocating, mixing with her own rising panic. “You know.” His jaw tightened, the muscle jumping like it wanted t

His expression immediately softened, the Alpha mask cracking to reveal the man beneath. “More than anyone. More than my own pack. More than my own blood.” “Then tell me.” He looked away. And that hurt more than she expected. It was a physical blow, a rejection that echoed the one he had given her weeks ago. “You don’t trust me with the truth,” she whispered. “That’s not it.” “Then what is it?” “Because the truth puts a target on you. A bigger one. The people who did this… they don’t just kill, Serena. They *erase*. They make people disappear so completely that even their own packs forget they existed. I have spent eight years making sure no one connected you to them. Eight years burying files, paying off witnesses, threatening anyone who even looked too closely at an old accident report. And now they’re back. They’re *here*. And I will not—I *cannot*—give them more reasons to come for you.” She laughed bitterly, wrapping her arms around herself. “Dominic, I think w