All Chapters of A Plus Size Omega: Submitting To My Bestie's Alpha Father : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“The accident was a lie,” he said quietly, kneeling beside her chair now, close but not touching. “Your life wasn’t. The love they gave you wasn’t. The way your mother sang, the way your father carried you—that was real. They loved you more than they feared the people hunting them. That’s why they stayed as long as they did. That’s why they didn’t run sooner.” A sob escaped her throat, raw and ugly. “My mother loved me.” “Yes.” “My father loved me.” “Yes.” “They didn’t leave me? They didn’t choose to die and abandon me?” His face tightened, and through the bond she felt his own grief—grief for the parents she had lost, grief for the childhood she had been denied, grief for the secret he had carried like a stone in his chest. “No. They were taken from you. And I swear on my life, on my pack, on this bond—I will find who gave the order. I will find every last one of them. And I will make them pay.” The tears came harder, shaking her entire body. She wanted to believe h

Serena's POV I leaned closer, my shoulder brushing his. At first I saw nothing but the polished marble floor of the east wing hallway. Then I noticed it. A tiny reflection. Distorted, but there. Someone was standing behind the camera. I frowned. “There. In the floor. A reflection.” Dominic nodded once, grim. “Zoom in. Enhance.” The image became grainy, pixelated, but the details emerged. The reflection showed the lower half of someone’s body. Black combat boots, scuffed and military-issue. Dark trousers, tactical cut. And hanging from the waist, catching the light just enough to gleam— A silver chain. Dominic’s expression changed, going from grim to lethal in the space of a heartbeat. “That’s not Amelia.” My heart jumped, hope and terror warring in my chest. “How do you know?” “Because Amelia doesn’t wear those.” He pointed at the chain, his finger hovering over the screen. “This is a military identification chain. Ironclaw issue. Their elite units wear them. Amelia has nev

Serena's POV “She’s alive,” I said fiercely. “She called you Dad. She warned us. She’s fighting. And I am not leaving her there one second longer than I have to.”A guard started to protest from the doorway, his voice cracking. “Alpha, the pack—we can mobilize a strike team in thirty minutes. Full tactical. Silver rounds, EMP charges, the works. Let us—” “The pack stays here,” Dominic said, his voice leaving no room for argument. It was the Alpha’s voice now, the one that could silence a hundred wolves with a single word. “We go in quiet. Two of us. No one else. If this is a trap, I will not lead my wolves into it. I will not give them more hostages. I will not give them more children to break.” He looked at me, and in his eyes I saw everything—the man who had kept secrets to protect me, the father who would burn the world for his daughter, the mate who would walk into hell itself as long as I was beside him. The bond between us pulsed, gold and heat and something darker, something

Serena's POV Dominic’s growl shook the trees, a sound so deep it made the ground vibrate. “Where is Amelia?” The figure tilted his head, almost curious. “Still alive. For now. She’s stronger than we expected. Takes after her father.” “Where?” “You’ll find her soon enough. But first… a reunion.” Dominic took one step forward, rifle raised. “Who are you? Ironclaw? Alliance remnants? Speak.” The figure laughed again, low and mocking. “Ask your mate.” My stomach twisted violently. “What?” The figure pointed directly at me with a gloved finger. “Ask her what her parents left behind. Ask her why they were so important that we had to erase them. Ask her why we’ve been watching her since she was eight years old.” Dominic’s entire body went rigid. I felt the shock travel through our bond like a live wire—surprise, rage, and a terrible, dawning understanding. Then the figure threw something onto the ground. A small metal object that landed between us with a soft clink. I re

Serena's POV **The darkness was absolute.**It pressed against my skin like a living thing, thick and wet, smelling of rust, old blood, and something chemical that burned the back of my throat. The red lights in the windows pulsed slowly, one after another, like a dozen pairs of hungry eyes opening in sequence. Each pulse painted the courtyard in brief, hellish glimpses: cracked stone, black vines coiling like veins, the rusted Blackwood crest hanging crooked above us.And beneath our feet, the howling continued.Not wolves. Not exactly.The sounds were wrong. Too high. Too broken. Some of them ended in wet gurgles, others in screams that were almost human. They came from below, from rooms that had never been decommissioned, from things that had been waiting in the dark for fourteen years.Rose was frantic inside me, slamming against my ribs, snarling, *Run. Run now. This place is a grave that still eats.*I couldn’t run. Amelia was in here. The truth was in here. And Dominic’s hand