All Chapters of A Plus Size Omega: Submitting To My Bestie's Alpha Father : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Serena's POV **The three of us stood in the burning light of the compound that had tried to unmake us, and for the first time in fourteen years, I didn’t feel like a girl whose entire life had been a lie.**I felt like the beginning of whatever came next.And I was done being afraid of it.The heat from the fire licked at our backs, turning the night into a furnace of orange and chemical green. Ash fell like black snow, coating our hair, our skin, the torn remnants of our tactical gear. My lungs burned with every breath. The air tasted of melted metal, wolfsbane, and something older—something that had been sleeping in the earth for decades and had just been violently woken. The eastern compound was a roaring inferno now, flames climbing the stone walls, eating the vines, swallowing the rusted Blackwood crest. Every few seconds another explosion punched the sky, sending plumes of toxic green smoke into the dark.Dominic’s arms were still locked around us, one around Amelia, one around

Serena's POV **The mansion lights appeared through the trees, warm and gold against the dark.** Home. Or what had passed for home until tonight. Pack members swarmed us the moment we stepped out of the forest. Medics with stretchers, wolves with weapons drawn, questions flying in overlapping shouts. The air filled with the sharp scent of fear, adrenaline, and the metallic tang of weapons being readied. Dominic refused to put Amelia down until they had a gurney ready. He laid her on it himself, brushing hair from her face with a gentleness that made my chest ache, his large hands trembling slightly as they lingered on her cheek. “She’s my daughter,” he told the lead medic, a gray-haired woman named Elara—ironically sharing my mother’s name—voice leaving no room for argument. “You treat her like the next Alpha. You treat her like she’s mine. Because she is.” His eyes flashed gold, the command rolling through the pack like a physical force. Every wolf present lowered their gaze, even

Serena's POV My stomach dropped. “Key to what?” Amelia shook her head, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “I don’t know. I tried to listen. I tried to remember. They said… they said your mother wasn’t the first.” I stopped breathing. “My mother?” Amelia nodded weakly, her fingers tightening around mine. “They said there were others before her. Healers. Women from the Vale line. They volunteered at first. They thought they were helping. They didn’t know they were being used as incubators. They said the first generation failed. The children died. The second generation survived longer, but they were… unstable. They had to be contained. But the third…” She looked directly at me, silver eyes wide. “They said the third generation could carry the serum naturally. That it would live in the blood. That it would wake when the bond formed. When the original found her mate.” My heart hammered so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. “Me.” Amelia nodded. “You.” A cold s

Serena's POV “What?” Dominic demanded.She looked up, her face pale beneath the red lights. “The results are… incompatible. The serum is reacting to both of them, but it’s not attacking. It’s *linking*. Like a circuit. Like the original and the mixed line forming a closed system. The light in Amelia’s veins is responding to her blood. It’s responding to hers. And it’s… stabilizing.” Stabilizing? I looked at Amelia. Her face was still pale, but the golden light beneath her skin had dimmed, the pulsing waves slowing. Her monitor beeped slower now, numbers dropping back toward the yellow zone. Amelia’s eyes opened again, storm-gray and clearer. “I felt it,” she whispered. “The light… it’s calmer. Like it found its match.” Dominic’s hand never left mine. “Match?” Amelia looked up at him, then at me, her silver eyes fading back to normal. “The original line and the mixed line. They’re supposed to be enemies. They’re supposed to destroy each other. But here… here they’re supposed to p

Serena's POV Dominic’s expression changed. He knew her. I could see it in the way his jaw locked, in the way the gold bled fully into his eyes. “You recognize her,” I said. He didn’t answer immediately. When he did, his voice was dangerously quiet. “Her name is Mara. She’s been a household attendant for eight years. Quiet. Efficient. Never caused trouble. She had full access to the east wing. To the private corridors. To the security feeds when the head of surveillance was off duty.” My stomach twisted painfully. Eight years. Someone who had lived inside this mansion for almost a decade. Someone who could have watched me without my knowledge. Someone who could have known Dominic’s routines, his habits, his secrets. Someone who had probably been in the room when I first arrived at the academy. “Where is she now?” I asked. Dominic turned toward the nearest guard, his voice like a blade. “Find Mara. Bring her to me. Alive.” The guard hesitated, swallowing hard. “Alpha… we a