Todos os capítulos de Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : Capítulo 291 - Capítulo 300

**Stella's POV** (Meanwhile in Stella's office...) "The quarterly projection model runs on a four-week cycle," Abigail explains, turning her tablet to face me. "Your father, when he was the CEO reviewed it every Monday morning before the markets open. He annotates in red — always red, I don't know why, I've never asked — and sends it back by noon." I look at the spreadsheet on her screen. "So, as the new CEO, I must review it myself?" I ask. "Not the finance team?" Abigail nods, "The finance team prepares it. You review it." she sets the tablet on the desk between us. "And that's because uncle Vic doesn't trust numbers he hasn't looked at with his own eyes. He says—" She does a brief, surprisingly accurate impression of Victor's particular cadence. "A CEO who outsources his understanding outsources his power." I look at the spreadsheet for a moment longer and think being CEO is a lot of work. Then I pull the tablet toward me and start reading from the top. Abigail watc

** Stella's POV**"We share a daughter," My mother says, reasonably, turning back to my father. "There are things to discuss. A co-parenting arrangement of sorts, now that Victor is in your life, Stella, it would make sense for us all to be on the same—"Co-parenting me? I scoff at her statement, as I shake my head in disbelief."I'm a grown woman." The words come out very flat. "I don't need co-parenting."My mother waves a hand in the way she waves away things that complicate her current intention. "That's not what I — Victor, you understand what I mean." She moves close enough that Alpha Peter, standing behind her, goes very still. Her voice drops. "We have history, you and I. Real history. And now that Stella has found you, it seems like perhaps the universe is trying to tell us—""Mom!""Susan!"Both my father and I exclaim at her stupid idea. She stops.He looks at her unkindly and he says:"You and I cannot happen. Not in any version of any conversation we could have today or

**Sabrina's POV** (Hours later in Black River pack...) I cannot sit still. I have tried three times and each attempt has lasted less than a minute before my body decides that sitting is no longer something it knows how to do. So I pace instead — from the window to the fireplace, from the fireplace to the door, from the door back to the window — while the television replays Victor Ace's press conference on a loop for what feels like the gazillion time. *Stella Ace. New heir.* "Sabrina." My mother's voice comes from the armchair where she has been sitting with her legs crossed and her hands folded in her lap like we are waiting for a pleasant dinner to arrive rather than watching everything collapse in real time. "Come and sit down." "I can't sit down." "You're wearing a track in the carpet." "Mother." I stop walking and turn to face her. "Did you see the press conference?" "I saw it." "And you're sitting?" "Panicking requires the same amount of energy as sitting,"

**Shawn's POV** (Hours prior) Victor's words have been sitting in my chest since this morning like something I keep checking to make sure is still there. 'Find Maya. Bring her home. And you settle your debt.' No contract. No conditions. No years of debt repayment stretching out in front of me like a sentence. Just one thing. Find the pup and bring her home and walk away clean like I never stole from him. I have been doing harder things for less my entire life. --- I pick up Cole's trail outside Ace Industries at half past two. He doesn't see me. He is not in a state to see anyone — walking with the careful, deliberate concentration of a man negotiating with his own legs, his jacket over one arm, his face doing something private and wrecked that the afternoon sunlight has no business illuminating so clearly. He gets into his car. I give him three minutes then follow. He doesn't go home immediately. He stops at a hum bar on his way home and he goes inside and he stays there f

**Shawn's POV** Sabrina closes her eyes for exactly one second. When she opens them, the mask is gone. "Shawn." Her voice drops low. "You're a rogue. You know what it is to need something and have no clean way to get it." Her arm tightens around Maya. "Cole needs that contract. The pack needs it. And the only way Stella signs is if she gets this pup back from someone she's grateful to." She tilts her head slightly. "Help me do this the right way." I look at her and I think — she is manipulative, no wonder Stella never stood a chance against her. "Let her go," I say. "We can work this out—" "Let her go, Sabrina." "You don't understand what's at stake—" She takes one step back, deeper into the trees. "I will disappear with her. I know this territory better than you think and I have rogues who will be here any second—" I smirk, "You had three rogues." I take one step forward. "They aren't coming." The silence that follows is absolute. Something crosses her face. Just