Rise Of The Betrayed Omega のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

**Stella's POV** The address leads to a small café on neutral territory—the kind of place where rogues and pack wolves can meet without starting a territorial war. It's tucked between two larger buildings, easy to miss if you're not looking for it. Joe parks across the street, his disapproval radiating through the SUV. "Miss Matthews, I really don't think this is a good idea. This could be a trap. At least let me come in with you—" "The message said to come alone." I unbuckle Noah from his car seat, but Joe shakes his head. "Leave the pup with us. If something goes wrong, you need to be able to move quickly." He's right, even though every instinct screams at me not to let Noah out of my sight. "Fine." I kiss Noah's forehead, breathing in his baby scent. "I'll be right back, sweetheart." I step out of the SUV and cross the street, my thrift store sneakers silent on the pavement. The café is nearly empty. A few rogues sit in corners, nursing coffee and minding their ow

**Shawn's POV** I'm fucking exhausted. The flight from Chicago was delayed due to bad weather. Twice. I've been awake for over 10 hours, running on nothing but black coffee and the gnawing anxiety that's been eating at me since Victor's call. Marcus's memorial was... I don't even have words for what it was. Standing in front of all those strangers, trying to talk about my brother without falling apart, was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Sofia presence grounded me. And the entire time, all I could think about was Stella. Stella, who won't answer my calls. Stella, who's ignoring my texts. Stella, who's apparently decided that the best way to handle a credible threat against her life is to leave the safety of her apartment and go gallivanting around. I've been back in the city for less than two hours, and already I'm losing my mind. Joe texted me the second Stella left the apartment to go to Black River pack. Then he called again when she met with some woma

**Shawn's POV** "Because I'm an idiot who jumps to conclusions," she says between kisses. "Yeah, you are," I agree, then bite her bottom lip gently in reprimand. She gasps, her hips rolling against me involuntarily, and I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her underwear. The friction makes us both groan. "Shawn," she whimpers, her head falling back as I trail kisses down her jaw, to her neck, finding that sensitive spot just below her ear. "We should... we should probably..." "Probably what?" I murmur against her throat, my tongue tracing patterns on her skin. "I don't know," she admits breathlessly, her fingers threading through my hair and tugging. "I can't think when you're doing that." "Good. Stop thinking." I capture her mouth again in a searing kiss while my hands slide up her back, finding the clasp of her bra. I pause, giving her a chance to stop me. Instead, she arches into me, pressing her chest against mine. I take that as permission a

**Cole's POV** "I have a private investigator tracking her," I say. "Cooper. He's been keeping tabs on her since the divorce. I need to call him, get an update on what's actually going on." "Good." My mother nods approvingly. "Because if Stella is playing some kind of game, trying to worm her way back into this family, we need to be prepared. We need to protect Maya from her manipulation." "Agreed," Sabrina says softly. I nod, already mentally preparing my conversation with Cooper. "Why don't we have dinner?" my mother suggests. "We can discuss this more after Maya goes to bed. I have some thoughts on how we should handle Stella moving forward." "That sounds perfect," Sabrina says, linking her arm through my mother's. "I'm so glad you're here. Your support means everything to us." My mother pats her hand, a genuine smile crossing her face. "You're exactly what this family needs, Sabrina. A proper Luna. Not like..." She doesn't finish the sentence because we all know wh

** Sabrina's POV** The usual meeting spot is a small clearing in the woods, about twenty minutes from Cole's house. It's remote enough that no one ever comes here, but close enough that I can get back quickly if needed. My mother is already there dressed in all black when I arrive, pacing back and forth with her phone pressed to her ear. She ends the call when she sees me. "Finally," she snaps. "Do you know how many times I called?" "Well, Cole answered one of your impatient calls," I say flatly. Her eyes widen. "What?" "I left my phone in his office. He answered when you called." "Shit." She runs a hand through her hair. "What did you tell him?" "That you got confused about our Thursday coffee date." She relaxes slightly. "Did he buy it?" "I don't know," I admit. "He's acting strange. But he didn't push it." "We need to be more careful," my mother says. "We can't afford for him to get suspicious. Not when we're this close." "Close to what?" I demand, my fr