All Chapters of Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

**Shawn's POV**The hostess leads us to a larger table in the center of the restaurant—far more visible than I'd like.I try to position myself across from Stella, but Vanessa pulls me down into the seat beside her instead.Her hand immediately finds my thigh under the table.I shift away. She follows, her nails digging in slightly through the fabric of my pants."Relax," she murmurs in my ear, her voice low enough that only I can hear. "You wanted me to play the doting girlfriend. So I'm playing.""Vanessa—""Smile, Shawn," she whispers. "You're on a date with me, remember?"Across the table, Stella is staring at her menu like it contains the answers to every question in the universe. Her skin is still flushed. Ezekiel leans close to her, murmuring something I can't hear.She nods but doesn't look at him.The waiter appears. Takes our drink orders."I'll have the Château Margaux," Vanessa says, her voice carrying. "The 2015, if you have it.""Excellent choice, madam.""Scotch. Neat,

**Shawn's POV** "Yes," Stella breathes. "Make love to me." The sound of her begging nearly destroys my resolve. But I force myself to pull back and put space between us. "No," I say, my voice hoarse. "Not like this." "Why not?" She reaches for me again. "You want me. I can feel it. So why—" "Because you're drugged." I grab her hands, hold them still. "And tomorrow you'll hate me for taking advantage of you." "I won't—" "You will." I reach for her dress again. "We're leaving. I'm taking you home now." "I don't want to go home like this. I want you." Fuck, She is right. I can't take her to her apartment in this condition... I need to take her somewhere else until she feels better... "Okay, then let's get you somewhere safe." I manage to get her dress back on while she fights me the entire time, trying to touch me, trying to kiss me, trying to get closer. By the time I have her somewhat presentable, I'm sweating and hard and barely holding on to my self-control.

**Cole's POV** "I know what you're doing," I say quietly, looking between them. "I've known for days. I heard you talking to your mother, Sabrina. About getting pregnant. About eliminating Maya and Noah so your pup would be the only heir." Sabrina's face goes pale. "I never said—" "You did. I was standing at a distance in the woods when Amanda told you that my pups were 'in the way.' That as long as they existed, your future pup would never be secure as the pack heir." "That's not—Mother didn't mean—" "She meant every word." I step closer. "And now my daughter is conveniently missing. Right before you were planning to 'accidentally' get pregnant. Quite the coincidence, don't you think?" "That's a very serious accusation," Amanda says, her voice sharp now. "Are you suggesting I'm capable of harming a pup?" "I'm not suggesting anything. I'm stating facts." I cross my arms. "I saw you and Sabrina that night. And now my daughter is missing with no explanation." Sabrina's b

**Shawn's POV** I do care about Stella more than I should, and the thought of Cole or any man—hurting her again makes me want to break things. I take a deep breath. Force myself to calm down. Then I turn on the shower and step in. Let the hot water wash away the sex sweat, tension, anger, and the possessiveness I have no right to feel. By the time I'm done, the sun is starting to rise. Pale light filtering through the hotel room windows. But Stella is still asleep. I dress quietly, then find hotel stationery and a pen to write a short note to Stella before I leave. [Stella, You're probably going to wake up confused and maybe a little embarrassed about last night. Don't be. You were drugged. None of what happened was your fault. I'm going to deal with Ezekiel because he is my first suspect. He doesn't get to do this to you and walk away. I'll handle it. Rest. Take your time. Order room service if you want—it's already paid for. Your clothes are on the chair. Your ph

**Stella's POV** "What?" My voice comes out strangled. "Don't play dumb, Stella. I called you at 4 AM and you deliberately gave that bastard to answer my call. Told me you were sleeping. Refused to wake you up." Cole's voice rises. "So I want to know—what the hell is Shawn Black doing with your phone at 4 AM? Why was he answering for you? And where the fuck were you?" Anger surges through me, hot and sudden, cutting through the embarrassment and confusion. "Where I was is none of your business," I say coldly. "The hell it isn't—" "You divorced me, Cole. Remember? You chose Sabrina over me. So what I do now—who I'm with—is absolutely none of your damn business." "You're the mother of my pups—" "And you're my ex-husband who gave up any right to question my personal life when you signed those divorce papers." My grip on the phone tightens. "So I'll ask you again—why the hell were you calling me at 4 AM?" Silence answers me. "Cole?" I prompt. "What was so important tha