Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

**Stella's POV** Heat floods my face, spreads down my neck, and pools between my legs. "I'm sorry but I can't control it—" "I know." His knuckles are white on the steering wheel. A muscle ticks in his jaw. "Just... try to breathe and think about something else." I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to focus on anything else. The upcoming custody hearing. My pups. Meeting my brothers. But all I can think about is Shawn. The way his arm felt around my waist in the lobby—possessive, claiming. The way he called me his girlfriend like he meant it. The way he looked at me when I came back from the bathroom, like he wanted to devour me. The way he almost kissed me in my father's office. Heat pulses through me in waves. My inner thighs are slick. I'm wet and aching and desperate. My thighs clench together involuntarily, seeking friction. "Fuck," Shawn mutters under his breath, and I hear the strain in it—the barely leashed control. "I'm sorry—" "Stop apologizing." His voice is ro

**Stella's POV** My hands shake as I reach for the hem of my top. I hesitate, suddenly shy despite everything that just happened. But Shawn's eyes never leave mine. And there's something in his gaze—hunger, yes, but also something softer. Something that makes me feel brave. I pull the top over my head in one quick motion before I can lose my nerve. The black lace bralette is revealed—delicate straps, a plunging neckline that showcases my curves. It's beautiful and makes me feel confident without trying. Shawn goes completely still. His eyes darken impossibly further as they trace over the lace, to the swell of my nipples, and over every inch of exposed skin. "Fuck," he breathes. Then his mouth is on my collarbone, my shoulder, and then the upper curve of my breast. His hands span my waist, his thumbs stroking the skin just below the lace. I throw my head back, gasping, drowning in sensation. This is what I've been missing. This desperate need, this consuming desire

**Stella's POV** His mouth is everywhere—hot, demanding, claiming every inch of mine like he's been dying of thirst and I'm the only water for miles. My hands clutch at his shoulders, trying to anchor myself because I'm drowning in sensation and I don't want to be saved. This is nothing like the chaste, predictable kisses I endured in my marriage. This is fire and desperation and need. Shawn's hand slides from my jaw down my throat, his fingers splaying across my collarbone. Even that simple touch makes heat pool between my thighs, makes my body ache for more. "Shawn," I gasp when he finally breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck. "Nancy—she could—" "Stop talking," he growls against my skin, his teeth grazing my pulse point. "Just feel." His command sends a shiver through me. There's something about the way he takes control, the way he refuses to let me overthink this, that makes every nerve ending in my body light up. His hands move to the hem of his t-shirt I borrowe

**Stella's POV**"I—I'm so sorry—I heard noises and thought someone broke in—" Nancy's voice cracks. "I should go—"She turns and runs, her footsteps pounding up the stairs.Mortification floods through me so intensely I can barely breathe. I scramble off Shawn's lap, my hands shaking as I search frantically for my clothes.I've never been caught having sex. Not even when I was married because sex with my ex was always scheduled, predictable, and behind locked doors.Being caught naked on Shawn's lap is mortifying, I want the floor to swallow me whole."Stella, wait—" Shawn starts, but I can't look at him.I grab my sleep shorts and his t-shirt, clutching them to my chest as I bolt for the stairs. My legs shake with every step, my thighs still trembling from his touch, whether from lingering pleasure or embarrassment, I don't know.I burst into his bedroom and slam the door behind me, leaning against it as my heart hammers against my ribs.What did I just do?My mind immediately reels

**Shawn's POV**She calls it heat.Like that makes something we can file away under "temporary inconvenience" and never speak of again.Fine.I keep my expression neutral as we enter Victor's office, but I can already sense the shift in the air that precedes bad news.The lawyers have arrived ahead of us. Diane is standing by the window, silhouetted against the morning light, arms crossed like she's bracing for impact. Lauren and Patricia are stationed at Victor's desk, their tablets glowing, shoulders tight with barely contained stress.Victor himself is on a phone call, his voice sharp enough to cut glass."What happened?" I don't bother with pleasantries.Diane turns, and I catch the flicker of concern, maybe anger—before her professional mask slides back into place. "Alpha Cole filed an emergency motion at midnight. He's requested expedited proceedings, and the Council granted it. Your hearing is today. Two o'clock."Stella goes rigid beside me, her breath catching audibly. "Today