All Chapters of Rise Of The Betrayed Omega : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 61. Let's work together.

**Stella's POV** "So," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "What's your brilliant plan now, Sabrina? Is your high and mighty Alpha going to come rescue us?" She glares at me through her tears, mascara streaking down her perfect cheeks. "Cole will find me. When I don't return, he'll come looking. He'll tear this city apart—" The laugh that bursts from me is sharp and humorless. "Will he? The same Cole who didn't notice when you snuck out at midnight to kidnap someone?" I shake my head. "Face it, Sabrina. He doesn't even know you're gone." "You don't know that—" "I was married to him for years." My voice hardens. "I know exactly how much attention he pays to the women in his life. Which is to say—none. Unless he needs something from them." Sabrina's face crumples, and for a second I almost feel bad for her. "Cole loves me," she whispers, but even she doesn't sound convinced. "He'll come for me—" "Maybe he will. Maybe he won't." I shift against the ropes, ignoring the burning s

Chapter 62. Betrayed again.

**Stella's POV** "How do I know him?" The tattooed man stands, pulling out his phone. "Sweetheart, Shawn works for us." He starts typing something. "Which means you—" He looks at me with new interest. "—are leverage." "Shawn?" I blink, genuinely confused. "What do you mean he works for you? He works for my father." The words slip out before I can stop them. The second they leave my mouth, I know I’ve made a mistake.“Your father?” The tattooed man leans forward, interest sharpening. “And who might that be?”I press my lips together, refusing to answer. My pulse roars in my ears as my mind races... If these rogues know I'm the daughter to a billionaire rogue, they won't let me go that easily.“Out with it, little fox.” One eyebrow lifts, slow and deliberate. “Who is your father?”I swallow hard. “My father is a nobody. Shawn worked with him years ago—” I rush the words, desperate to steer the conversation away from my father. “So if you know Shawn, then you know he’ll come for me.

Chapter 63. Who has Stella?

**Shawn's POV** The elevator to Ezekiel's surveillance hub doesn't announce itself with a ding. It opens directly into a room that shouldn't exist—twenty feet below Victor's legitimate office building, accessible only by biometric scan and a code that changes every six hours. Most people don't know this place exists. I do because Victor trusts me with his secrets. The irony isn't lost on me. The space is exactly what you'd expect from someone who makes a living trafficking in information: wall-to-wall monitors displaying live feeds from cameras across the city, servers humming with enough processing power to break into most government databases, and Ezekiel himself—hunched over three keyboards, fingers moving like a concert pianist on amphetamines. He doesn't look up when I enter. "Facial recognition is running on who set up the bomb on building 47," he says without preamble. "Should have something in fifteen minutes." I don't ask how he knew victor was in an accident

Chapter 64. The call.

**Shawn's POV** I'm at Ezekiel's side in two steps. He points to a screen showing grainy security footage from a traffic camera. Time stamp: 2:55 AM. A black van, no plates visible, heading east on Industrial Boulevard. "Facial recognition caught this three blocks from the penthouse," Ezekiel explains, pulling up another window. "The van's windows are tinted, but there's a brief moment when the passenger door opens at a stoplight—" He enhances the image. And there she is. Stella's face, pale and unconscious, visible for maybe two seconds before the door closes and the van moves on. Something cold and violent settles in my chest. "Track that van," I say, my voice flat. "Every camera it passed. Every turn it made. I want to know exactly where it went." "Already on it." Ezekiel's fingers move across the keyboard. "Pulling traffic cam data along that route now. Should have a destination in—" My phone rings. The sound cuts through the room like a gunshot. I pull

Chapter 65. A photograph.

**Shawn's POV** He is Hank's biggest competitor. A Russian rogue arms dealer with ambitions that exceed his current market share. He is the kind of rogue who would do anything to eliminate his competition. I press dial. It rings five times before a heavily accented voice answers. "Shawn Black. To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure at this hour?" "I have a business proposition," I say, my voice devoid of emotion. "You help me take down Hank, you get his entire operation. His distribution networks, his connections, his territory. All of it." There is silence on the other end and then: "You're serious." "Completely." "Hank is not easy target. He has resources, protection—" "I know his operation inside and out. I can give you access points, schedules, vulnerabilities he doesn't even know he has." I pause. "But I need something in return." "What?" "Help me extract three women from his custody. Alive and unharmed. After that, he's yours." Another pause, longer th

Chapter 66. Stupid, but admirable.

**Stella's POV**(Meanwhile on the other side of town) The rogue's hand is still wrapped around my throat when Sabrina's scream pierces the air. "HELP! She's trying to escape! Someone help!" Heavy footsteps thunder toward us. The door crashes open and three more rogue guards flood in, snarling. "What is going on?" "The bitch tried to attack me." The rogue's fingers tighten around my neck until black spots dance at the edges of my vision. "Tried to go for my eyes—" "What?!" "Let's teach her a lesson she won't forget any time soon!" The rogues close in, and fear coils through my chest like barbed wire. Then a voice cuts through the chaos—calm, cold, and absolute. "Let her go, Howard." It's Hank. He fills the doorway, studying the scene with the mild irritation of someone who's found his dog has chewed another shoe. Howard's fingers spring open. I hit the concrete hard, throat burning as I drag in air that tastes like rust and dust. The warehouse floor is gritty under my palms

Chapter 67. Welcome to the pit.

**Stella's POV** I try to keep track of where we’re going as we leave the warehouse. I tell myself to remember the turns, so I can find my way back later when I manage to escape. But it’s pointless. The blindfold blocks everything, and whatever they injected into me makes my head feel thick and slow. Left turn. Right turn. Maybe another left. I’m not even sure anymore. I need another plan to find my way back home. But every time I try to think, the thoughts slip away, leaving nothing behind... Time stops making sense. We could've been driving for twenty minutes or two hours—I honestly can't tell anymore until the van finally stops. Doors creak open. Cold air hits my face, cutting through the fog in my head. "Remove the blindfolds. Get them out." The command doesn't come from Hank's voice. It's someone else. Rough hands yank the fabric from my eyes. Everything's too blurry. I squint against the darkness as someone drags me out of the van. My feet scrape over gravel, the

Chapter 68. Don't trust anyone.

**Stella's POV** "Please." The word feels like swallowing glass. "My little boy needs me—" "Then you better win." Hank starts walking toward the exit, then stops. "Oh, and ladies? Don't kill each other in the first round. I need at least one of you alive to keep Shawn motivated. Two would be better, but I'm flexible." The cage door slams shut behind him with a clang that echoes through the whole space. We're alone now in the arena. All those hollow eyes from the other cages just staring at us. Already mourning us like we're dead. "No." Sabrina's whisper keeps getting louder. "No, this can't be happening. This isn't real—" She scrambles to her feet and runs to the cage door, wrapping her fingers around the chain-link. "SOMEONE CALL ALPHA COLE GRANT!" Her voice bounces off every wall. "HE'LL PAY WHATEVER YOU WANT! I'M HIS BETA AND LUNA OF BLACK RIVER PACK!" "Sabrina." I try to keep my voice calm. "Sabrina, stop. Screaming isn't going to—" "MILLIONS!" She's not even lis

Chapter 69. First survival challenge.

**Stella's POV** "Three months. Maybe four. Hard to keep track." She shifts, and I see the scars covering her arms, and face. "I've won fourteen fights. Lost three. Hank says I need thirty wins before he'll consider releasing me." Thirty wins?! At the rate of maybe one fight per week, that's more than half a year. "Have you seen anyone get released?" I ask, dreading the answer. The older woman's expression is answer enough. "No," she finally says. "Winners get sold. Losers get buried. Those are the only two ways out." A sound echoes through the underground space—distant but unmistakable. Snarling. Then screaming. Then silence. "That's cage seven," the older woman says quietly. "Beta male against gamma female. Wasn't even close." I close my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. I have survived places like this. I can survive again. "Hey," the older woman says. "What's your name?" "Stella." "I'm Diana." She pauses. "And the most important rule, Stella? Don't

Chapter 70. Your turn omega.

**Stella's POV**Diana suddenly makes a sound that might be disapproval."You shouldn't have given her advice," she says quietly. "She's competition. The fewer competitors, the better your odds.""I'm not competing with her." I grip the chain-link tighter to watch the arena. "I'm just trying to survive until I can get back to my son.""That's what everyone here tells themselves at first."I don't respond. Because deep down, I know Diana's right.But I can't let this place turn me into someone who watches others die without helping.---Time passes with agonizing slowness.More captives are waking now, the underground space filling with the sounds of movement, whispered conversations, and the clank of metal as guards make their rounds.And above us, through the ceiling, I hear doors opening, accompanied with a lot of voices, and the shuffle of feet. I frown wondering if Hank has brought in more captives "More spectators are here," Diana suddenly explains. "Early birds who want good se

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