Todos os capítulos de Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

**Sabrina's POV** I look at my father's outstretched hand. Then I look at Cole. I have seen Cole angry before. I have seen him shut down, go cold, pull away into that unreachable place that Alpha males retreat to when they don't want to show what they are feeling. I know that version of him. I have learned how to navigate it. This is not that. This is something I have never seen on his face in all the time I have known him. There is no cold in it. No distance. Just something raw and dark — and it is aimed directly at me. My heart is hammering as I make my decision. I reach for my coat with hands that are not entirely steady and I tell myself it is fine. I just need to go with my father right now, let Cole cool down, and when Maya is found everything will go back to what it was supposed to be. It will be fine. "Baby, I'll be back," I say, slipping my coat on. My voice comes out smaller than I intend it to. I look at Cole and I try to find the version of him that loo

**Stella's POV** But I also cannot entertain his feelings right now. "Ezekiel," I say quietly. "I'm sorry." He waits. "I am not myself right now," I say. "I haven't been myself since the day Maya went missing and I don't know when I will be again." I set my cup down. "For us to even have this conversation properly — for me to even hear it the way you deserve to have it heard — I need to be in a place that I am just not in right now." I look at him steadily. "Do you understand what I mean?" "Yes," he says. "I'm not dismissing what you have said," I say. "Your timing is just off." Something moves through his expression and he nods once. "It's okay," he says. He picks his coffee back up and my phone buzzes sharply against the desk between us. I glance down on it and find Riley’s name flashing across the screen. A wave of relief hits me because I don't want to sit in awkward silence with Ezekiel as his computers run in the background. I snatch it up and answer. “Hey, R

**Shawn's POV** I look at Stella and the hope on her face hits harder than anything. She came down here because she thought I had news about Maya. Dropped whatever was happening upstairs without hesitation — because she believed I'd found something. And now I have to take that away from her. "No," I say. "I'm sorry. I don't have anything on Maya yet." The hope drains out of her expression slowly. She exhales through her nose and looks ahead at the windscreen. "Then why am I in this car?" "Because I need to tell you the truth," I say. "About everything you wanted to know. About Hank and Dimitri and what has been going on. I don't want any more lies between us. I don't want any more half truths or things left unsaid." I reach out and turn her face toward me gently. "You deserve to know everything." She looks at me for a moment with a frown and sighs softly. "Fine," she says. "I'm listening." I look at the steering wheel. "My brother Marcus had debts," I say. "With Hank and D

**Cole's POV** “It’s a pregnancy test. I’m pregnant, Cole,” Sabrina says with a conflicted smile tugging at her lips. The words land in the room like something dropped from a great height. I look at her. Really look at her — the bathrobe, the bare feet, the way she is holding that test like a shield and a confession at the same time. Then I look at the test. Then back at her face. "No you're not," I say nonchalantly. Sabrina blinks. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." I take a slow step into the room and close the door behind me. "You are not pregnant. You found out I was coming here — probably your father called you the moment I left that meeting room — and you had just enough time to come up with something dramatic enough to distract me." I tilt my head. "I won't buy it!" Sabrina lets out a shaky scoff, like she’s holding back tears. “I swear, Cole… I’m not lying,” she says, her voice trembling. “I’m pregnant. And the pup is yours.” "Yeah, right... Which pregnant shewo

**Cole's POV** The next morning, pack patrol takes longer than I intend. Three hours covering the eastern and northern borders with six of my best men — checking markers, reviewing overnight reports, listening to my beta Dane walk me through a breach in the northern fence line that was flagged before dawn. I give the right instructions. I ask the right questions. I look like an Alpha who has his mind entirely on his pack's security. I am getting better at pretending. The truth is I have not slept. I lay in my bed last night staring at the ceiling and thinking about DNA results and a pregnancy that should not be possible and an elder who is already composing his victory speech. I dismissed the patrol at the eastern gate just after nine and walked home alone through the back path that cuts through the small patch of woodland behind my house. The trees are still and grey this morning. The ground is soft under my boots. Everything smells of damp earth and last night's light ra