All Chapters of Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

**Stella's POV**(The next day)"So tomorrow, the council will review all the evidence we've compiled." Diane taps a thick folder on the conference table. "Your health , financial stability, your living situation, and your emotional readiness to care for Noah full-time."I nod, trying to focus on her words instead of the anxiety churning in my stomach.The conference room at Ace Industry is exactly as I remember it—sleek glass table that reflects the morning light, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, leather chairs that probably cost more than most workers' monthly salary. I sit at the head of the table, and that alone feels empowering, but strange. My father's three lawyers—Diane, Lauren, and Patricia—flank me on either side, documents spread across the polished surface like battle plans. Because that's what tomorrow is, isn't it? A custody battle.I sigh softly and look at Shawn who is sitting quietly in the corner by the window, observing. He drove me here this

**Stella's POV** The hospital smells like antiseptic and pine—an odd combination that's meant to be soothing but just makes my stomach churn with anxiety. I sit in the examination room, my guards stationed outside the door, trying not to fidget with the paper gown they made me change into. This was supposed to be a simple follow-up appointment. Check my injuries from the kidnapping, confirm everything's healing properly, maybe get cleared for full physical activity again. But I'm about to make it infinitely more complicated. The door opens, and Dr. Helena Winters walks in—a middle-aged she-wolf with kind eyes and salt-and-pepper hair pulled back in a severe bun. "Miss Mathews," she greets warmly, settling onto the rolling stool. "It's good to see you looking so much better. How are you feeling?" "Good," I say quickly. "Really good, actually. The bruising is gone, the cuts have healed. I feel completely back to normal." "Excellent." She makes a note on her tablet. "Your revie

**Stella's POV**The guard yanks her head up roughly, forcing her to look at me.And my breath catches."Riley?"The name escapes my lips before I can stop it.Her eyes widen in recognition, then fill with tears. "Stella?""Riley Thornton?" I can't believe what I'm seeing. "Is that really you?"This is my childhood friend. The girl I used to play with in my stepfather's pack before life took us in completely different directions."Oh Goddess," Riley whispers, shame flooding her features. "Stella, I didn't—I didn't know it was you. I swear, I wouldn't have—""Let her go," I tell my guards.They exchange uncertain looks."Miss Matthews, she just tried to rob you—""I said let her go." I use my authoritative voice. "Now."Reluctantly, they release Riley, though they remain close, ready to intervene if she tries anything.Riley stumbles to her feet, swaying slightly. Up close, she looks even worse than I initially thought. Her cheeks are hollow, her eyes sunken. The clothes are hanging of

**Stella's POV** Sophie leads Riley to the back of the store, showing her to a private changing suite that has a shower in the back. "Take all the time you need," Sophie says kindly. "There are fresh towels, toiletries, everything you might need. Just press the button when you're ready, and I'll bring in some options for you to try." Riley looks at me, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "Stella, I don't know what to say—" "Don't say anything. Just go get cleaned up." I squeeze her hand. "We've got all afternoon." She disappears into the suite, and I hear the shower start a moment later. Sophie turns to me with that same warm smile. "Can I get you anything while we wait? Coffee? Tea?" "Coffee would be great, actually. Thank you." "Of course. Make yourself comfortable." She leaves and brings me an actually good cup of coffee after five minutes and we chat casually while Riley showers. Sophie tells me about the store, how she started it five years ago after working in

**Cole's POV**(Meanwhile in Black River pack) I pace my office like a caged animal, whiskey glass in hand, the amber liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim. In a few hours, I have to hand Noah over to Stella. The thought makes my jaw clench so hard my teeth ache. This is temporary, I remind myself. Just until I can find something—anything—to use against her in the next hearing. But the clock is ticking, and I'm running out of options. My phone buzzes on the desk, breaking through my spiraling thoughts. It's Cooper. My tracker. Finally. I snatch up the phone. "This better be good news." "Alpha." Cooper's voice is slightly breathless, like he's been running. "I have information. Something you might be able to use against Miss Matthews." My pulse quickens. "I'm listening." "I've been following her all day like you asked. She went to the wolf hospital this morning after separating from Shawn Black at Ace industry, then met up with some homeless she-wolf who tried to rob