Page 136 of Curvy Quirky Omega

“I learned recently that I’m a dominant omega and what that even is. Francisco told me that you’re one too.” I searched his face, but he didn’t seem the least bit surprised by that information.

Considering the extent of Francisco’s research and how he’s kept an eye on Nevan Thomas for the last fifteen years, I highly doubted my father wasn’t aware of the situation. Especially when he’s been willingly giving blood to help with the research.

“I’m bonded to two alphas now,” I told him, my eyes on his so I didn’t miss anything. “One is a legacy and one is not. The one with blue eyes instead of red…he’s just as strong. Strong enough to bond the legacy.”

My father’s eyebrow twitched at that and I knew he was curious about the details but he didn’t say anything.

I reached down and took a manila envelope out of my purse before placing it on the table. “It may seem like I wasn’t listening to you and that I might be lying about how much I value everything you taught me since I’m a bonded omega now, but you should know that Liam was so afraid to lose me that he begged me on his knees not to leave. He even gave up his legacy for me, just to prove there was nothing he wouldn’t do.”

Pushing the envelope across the table at my father, I wondered if he even knew who Liam was, but it didn’t matter. That wasn’t the point.

“And Cas told me that if I needed his death, he would give it to me, because his job as my alpha was to give me everything I needed. There’s a scar on his neck where I held a knife to his throat to prove it…if he hadn’t looked so fucking happy to give me what I needed I would have done it…”

My eyes were stinging now just like they had been in the bathtub but I didn’t let myself cry because I wasn’t done yet.

“In that envelope is the proof. Francisco Lopez wrote up our prenup as well as our pack agreement. Liam gave up the name Valor for me – said I was his legacy…”

The silence between us was loud, but it wasn’t overwhelming. I forced myself to regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t start crying. Just a little bit more and then I could go hide in my nest with my alphas to process everything.

I took a deep breath and continued. “The pack agreement states I make all final decisions for Valentine. The legacy is mine…not theirs, so…all the big decisions belong to me as well.”

Holding his gaze, I tried to show him just how much this meant to me and how, despite everything, I desperately wanted him to be happy for me.

“They gave me their power…willingly,” I told him. “I needed you to know that.”

We stared at each other for a long time, and I knew he was seeing me for who I was now, and not the child I used to be.

“I’m proud of you little wolf.”

The guards flinched at the sound of his raspy voice, their eyes going wide.

My heart was pounding, but I couldn’t say I was surprised. I’d come here hoping for this.

I didn’t try to fight the tears anymore. I let them fall like rain onto my hands as those soft, warm words full of love echoed in my thoughts.

My father was proud of me. He’s said it before, but he’s never used that pet name for me and I swallowed hard, knowing what it meant that he had.

I may be an omega but I still had teeth and claws and he was proud of me for using them.

Standing slowly, I glanced down at the envelope, hoping they’d let him keep it. I’d tucked pictures in there with notes on the back as well as an invitation to our wedding that had a link he could use to watch it when the day came.

“I’d like to come visit again…I want you to meet my alphas one day, but not today. I know you’re not ready.”

He stood as well, slowly and just gracefully just as I remembered. The zeta guards didn’t possess pheromones at all but they couldn’t help watching him either. My father had always had this unearthly grace and poise that made it impossible to look at anyone else.

We stared at each other for a moment and then he looked behind me to where my alphas were waiting, nodding once like he too was hoping to meet them one day even if it was just to make me happy.

“Can I give you a hug?” I don’t know why, but I needed one from him right now – some sort of physical proof that this was real and not a dream.

He looked to the guards and they nodded.

I came around the table before I could chicken out and slid my arms through his, squeezing his waist as hard as I could. His large, warm hands gently settled on my back and I cried so hard at the familiar sensation that I could barely breathe.

He still smelled like cranberries and pine.

My father had always smelled sharp but it was a comforting smell, like a snowy night in front of the fire. I didn’t think I’d ever smell it again, or want to. I always thought that if I ever came here to see him, I’d hate him for doing this to me.

I used to be so scared that I’d come here and see myself in him – that I’d see how much we were alike and know it was inevitable for me to walk down the same path he had. I’d been sure that path would lead me to disaster the same way it had him.

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