All Chapters of Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

**Shawn's POV** Stella’s question catches me off guard. I never would’ve come here on my own. Victor asked me to check on her before he left—asked in that way that wasn’t really a request at all. Ever since she lost temporary custody of her son, she’d shut herself away and her father was worried she was breaking apart in silence. I know what that kind of silence does to a person. I’ve lived it. It hollows you out slowly, until you don’t recognize yourself anymore. So I came. Not to pry. Not to fix anything. Just to make sure she was still living—for her pups, even if she doesn’t have them in her arms right now. “Shawn? Who is Marcus?” Stella asks again, watching me too closely. My instincts flare immediately—sharp and defensive. This is exactly what I didn’t come here for. I should’ve known better than to let the conversation drift anywhere near my past. I’m not doing this. Not here. Not now. “No one,” I say, my voice rougher than I intend. “Drop it.” "But you promis

**Shawn's POV** Not her again! "Vanessa." Her name comes out flat, and emotionless. She smiles wider, completely oblivious to—or deliberately ignoring—the tension radiating from both Stella and me. "I've been trying to reach you for days since we last met," Vanessa says, her voice light and cheerful as she steps closer. "But you've been avoiding my calls. I was starting to think you were still mad at me." I don't respond and then Vanessa's eyes slide to Stella, taking in her casual clothes, her red-rimmed eyes, the way she's sitting so close to me. "Oh." Her smile turns sharp. "You're still with this one? I thought you'd have gotten bored by now." The air shifts immediately. I feel Stella stiffen beside me, and my jaw clenches so hard it aches. "Vanessa—" I start, warning clear in my tone. But she's not done. "I mean, no offense," Vanessa continues, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she addresses Stella directly. "But you don't exactly seem like Shawn's

**Stella's POV** Shawn's kiss deepens, and I forget the complicated mess my life has become. All I can focus on is the way Shawn's lips move against mine, the way his hand tangles in my hair, the way my entire body feels like it's coming alive for the first time in years. This is different from the last time. Last time, I was in heat—desperate, out of control, driven by instinct rather than choice. But this? This is me making a conscious decision to want him. And that terrifies me almost as much as it excites me. "Shawn," I breathe against his mouth, but he swallows whatever I was going to say with another kiss. His hands slide down to my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the stool, and I feel the evidence of his desire pressing against me. Heat floods through my body, pooling low in my belly. I should stop this and remind him that this is a terrible idea. But then his mouth moves to my neck, and all rational thought flies out the window. "Miss Matthews what we you

**Stella's POV** A few hours later, the water is perfect. Not too hot, not too cold—just warm enough to ease the pleasant ache in my muscles. I float on my back in the rooftop pool, staring up at the afternoon sky. The sun is starting its descent, painting everything in shades of gold and amber. This is exactly what I needed. Space to think. To process what just happened in my kitchen a few hours ago. Shawn left shortly after our... encounter to handle some business for my father. He gave me a lingering kiss, told me to rest, and walked out like he hadn't just rocked my entire world. Friends with benefits. The term still feels foreign on my tongue. I've never had anything like that before. With Cole, everything was bound by marriage, duty, and obligation. But this? This is supposed to be simple. Uncomplicated. Just physical. Except it doesn't feel simple.... I can still feel the ghost of Shawn's hands on my skin when I close my eyes. I can see the way he looked

**Cole's POV**(Meanwhile in Black River pack)The whiskey burns going down my throat, but it's not enough to dull the rage simmering beneath my skin.I pour another glass, ignoring the stack of pack documents on my desk that need my attention. The moonlight streams through the windows of my home office, but the light does nothing to lift the darkness weighing on me.I thought divorcing Stella would fix everything.Thought it would erase the stress, the anxiety, the constant feeling of being trapped in a marriage that had become more obligation than partnership.But I was wrong.Because now, instead of dealing with a quiet, obedient wife who knew her place, I'm dealing with a legal battle for custody of my heir.The council's temporary ruling sits on my desk like a ticking time bomb. Noah is with me now, yes—but only temporarily. Once Stella's injuries heal, and she proved she's "stable" and "capable," they'll hand him right back to her.Unless I can stop it.I take another sip of whi