บททั้งหมดของ Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

**Stella's POV** "When Elder Morrison asked who would watch Noah while you worked, I panicked and said I was staying here as his nanny." She wraps her arms around herself. "I'm sorry I overstepped my boundaries during that moment. I just didn't want to ruin your chances of getting him back." The anxiety in her voice is clear, and I realize she's been worrying about this all evening. "Riley—" "I'm so sorry," she continues, words tumbling out. "I know I overstepped. I got involved in your business without permission, and now I've probably made things worse because what if they investigate and find out I'm not really his nanny?" "Riley, stop." I reach out and take her hand. "And breathe." She does, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "First of all," I say gently, "thank you." "For what?" "Thank you for saving me." I squeeze her hand. "When Elder Morrison asked that question, I completely froze. I hadn't thought that far ahead—I was so focused on proving I could provid

**Shawn's POV** "Is everything alright?" I ask carefully, my mind racing through every possible reason he called. "That's what I'm trying to find out," Victor says, and I can hear the frustration in his voice. "I can't get through to Stella. Her phone's been off for hours. I've been calling since this afternoon, and nothing. I need to know how the custody hearing went. Is she okay? Is Noah okay?" The tension in my shoulders eases slightly—he's just a worried father—but guilt immediately replaces it. "The hearing went well," I say, forcing my voice to remain steady and professional. "She got full custody. Noah's with her now." "Thank Goodness," Victor breathes out, the relief palpable. There's a pause, then the worry creeps back in. "But why isn't she answering her phone? That's not like her, especially after something this important." I swallow hard, the lie forming before I can stop it. "She switched it off," I say. "She wanted to focus completely on Noah without any distract

**Shawn's POV**But everyone is watching and waiting. "You can do it uncle Shawn," Sofia squeezes my hand encouragingly. I force myself to stand, my legs unsteady beneath me. "I..." My voice cracks. I clear my throat and try again. "I don't know what to say that hasn't already been said." The room is silent, and patient but inside I'm a nervous rack, I think I will fuck this up for everyone. "Marcus was... he was the best of us." The words feel inadequate. "He was brave. Stronger than anyone I've ever known. He chose his own path, and he never apologized for it." My hands are shaking. I clench them into fists. "He saved my life." The admission comes out raw. "He always made sure I was okay, even when—" I can't bring myself to finish the sentence. "He was my brother," I say instead. "And I—" Miss him. Love him. Wish he was here. Wish I could have saved him. I want to say out loud but stop myself. "I'm honored to be here. To remember him with all of you." It's t

**Stella's POV**Derek straightens, his expression carefully neutral. "Your security detail cannot enter pack territory. You and the pup may proceed, but your guards stay at the border."I blink. "Excuse me?""Alpha's orders," Derek says, not quite meeting my eyes. "No outside security is permitted within Black River Pack boundaries.""That's ridiculous—""Those are the terms, Miss Matthews." He steps back from the window. "You're welcome to enter with your son. Your guards are not."Joe immediately leans forward. "Miss Matthews, we can't allow that. Mr. Black was explicit about maintaining your security—""I don't care what Shawn said." I turn to Joe, frustration bubbling up. "This is Cole's pack. His territory. If these are his terms, then fine.""Miss Matthews, I strongly advise against—""I'm not asking for your advice, Joe." My voice comes out sharper than I intended. "I'm going to see my daughter. That's non-negotiable.""But Mr. Black will have my head for this," Joe mutters."

**Stella's POV** My wolf snarls. 'You are not their maid or nanny. They are your pups. You carried them. You bled for them. No one replaces that.' Yes, she is right. I'm their biological mother, I deserve that moment too. I walk forward. “Give him back,” I say calmly. Sabrina looks up, surprised—then smiles. “Of course.” She hands Noah over. The second he’s in my arms, his little hands grab at my shirt, his body relaxing instantly. I sit beside Maya and spend the next thirty minutes trying to bond with her like she was with Sabrina. And Goddess, I try. I ask Maya about school. She tells me Sabrina volunteers there every week and all the teachers love her. I ask about her friends. She says Sabrina threw her best friend the best birthday party and everyone said so. I suggest we could go for a walk, just the three of us. She says Sabrina takes her on walks every day and they're much more fun. Every single thing I say, every attempt I make to connect with her, gets compared to