บททั้งหมดของ Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

**Shawn's POV** "No, I was just—" "Tony!" he shouts. "We got a problem!" The bouncer from the door appears beside me. He's even bigger up close. "This asshole was taking pictures of Mr. King," Shaved Head says. The bouncer holds out his hand. "Phone." I could fight them but I'm outnumbered and outmuscled and this isn't the kind of place where making a scene ends well. I hand over the phone. The bouncer scrolls through my photos. His expression doesn't change. "Yeah. He's got a bunch." "Bring him up," a voice calls from above. I look up. Ezekiel is standing at the railing, looking down at me with an amused smile. "It's fine, Tony. He's a friend. Bring him up." The bouncer grunts and jerks his head toward the stairs. I follow, my jaw clenched. When I reach the VIP section, Ezekiel is waiting. Still smiling and holding a drink. "Shawn Black," he says warmly. Like we're old friends. "What a wonderful surprise. What are you doing here?" "Just came out for a drink," I say e

**Shawn's POV** I watch Stella walk away, her hips swaying in that goddamn seductive dress, and it takes everything in me not to chase after her to demand to know what the hell she thinks she's doing. But I can't. Not here. Not in front of everyone. I turn to Ezekiel, who's still standing there with that smug smile on his face. Looking at the number on his palm like he just won the lottery. "We need to talk," I say through clenched teeth. "Now." "Of course." He pockets his hand casually. "Though I'm not sure what there is to discuss. Stella just agreed to go on a date with me. Voluntarily, I might add. Without any coercion from you." "What did you put in my drink last night?" His smile doesn't falter. "Excuse me?" "Last night. At The Underground. What did you put in my drink?" I step closer, lowering my voice. "I've never been that drunk in my life. So what was it? Rohypnol? GHB?" "Shawn." He laughs. "I didn't put anything in your drink. You were just having too

**Sabrina's POV** (Meanwhile in Black River pack..) I'm sitting in my mother's living room, sipping tea like we're discussing the weather instead of murder. "So?" Mom sets down her cup, her eyes sharp and assessing. "Did you manage it?" I smile. Can't help the smugness that creeps into my voice. "Yes. I succeeded." "You're certain? He actually... planted his seed?" "I'm certain." I touch my stomach lightly, even though it's too early to feel anything. "Cole didn't suspect a thing. He was so out of it from the sleeping pills and aphrodisiac. So... compliant. It should take any day now." Mom's expression softens slightly. "Good girl. That's my daughter. Once you're pregnant with his heir, your position will be secure. He won't be able to get rid of you, no matter what." "Exactly." I lean back against the couch, feeling satisfied. "So maybe we can just let Maya and Noah be now? I mean, once I have Cole's baby, what does it matter if they're still around?" The temperature

**Sabrina's POV** Cole's head snaps toward me. He's on his feet instantly, his eyes scanning my battered appearance. "Sabrina? What the hell happened?" "Rogues!" I sob, letting myself fall to my knees. "I was—I was driving back from picking up Maya early from school. They ambushed us near the at the secluded road. There were three of them, maybe four. They dragged me out of the car and—" I touch the cut on my temple, wincing dramatically. "I tried to fight them. I swear I tried to protect her, but they were too strong. They beat me and—and they took her. They took Maya!" The room erupts in chaos. Elders rising from their seats, voices overlapping with concern and outrage. But Cole doesn't move. He's staring at me with an expression I can't quite read. His eyes are dark, and calculating. "Cole, please!" I reach for him with a trembling hand. "We have to find her! We have to send someone after them right now!" "What did you do?" His voice is low. Deadly calm. I freeze. "What?"

**Stella's POV** Then she turns back to me, her eyes blazing with fury, and slaps me back harder than I hit her. The force of it—amplified by her wolf strength—nearly sends me stumbling backward. My face explodes with pain and stars dance across my vision. "How dare you," she hisses, and I can see her wolf flickering in her eyes. Gold bleeding into the brown.... I can tell she is a beta rogue from the her aura that is pushing out—dominant, aggressive, and suffocating. "You pathetic little omega. You think you can waltz in here dressed like a cheap whore and get away with slapping me?" I open my mouth to respond, but she's not done. "Look at you." Her voice drips with contempt as she gestures at my dress. "Parading around in that slutty thing, throwing yourself at any executive who'll look at you. First Shawn Black, now Ezekiel King. How many others, hmm? How many men are you spreading your legs for to keep this pathetic job?" Heat floods my face. Not from shame but from r