The Apex's hidden mate
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I could smell how much you want us.”
I moaned, my body arching against his touch. I felt hands on my body, fingers tracing the curves of my breasts, my hips, my thighs. I shivered in pleasure, my body on fire.
Ryker leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You have no idea how badly we've been longing for this.
Caspian chuckled darkly, his large hand cupping one of my breasts. "Mmm, and what a sight you are. So wet for us already."
Thane's voice was a rumble in his chest as he ran his fingers along my inner thigh.
“I could taste your desire, even in your sleep. You've been craving our touch."
At the prestigious Crescent Academy, power is everything, and Omegas like Aria are nothing.
Forced into the lowest class due to a suppressed wolf form, Aria endures humiliation, cruelty, and punishment just to earn her freedom from her manipulative stepmother’s grasp.
But Aria isn’t weak.
She’s hiding something far more dangerous than anyone can imagine. An ancient, overpowered lineage that could tip the balance of the entire werewolf world.
When she crosses paths with the untouchable Apex brothers, sparks fly, tempers flare, and forbidden bonds begin to form. Cold and brooding Kaid. Flirtatious and broken Ryker. Gentle and haunted Thane. Reckless and loyal Caspian.
They’re drawn to the girl who refuses to kneel, even as their enemies conspire to tear them apart.
As a deadly rogue faction emerges and secrets buried in blood and betrayal come to light, Aria must embrace the monster she was told to fear… or lose everything.
Fate gave her four mates.
Power made her a target.
But it’s her rage that will make her a legend.
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Chapter: Finally coming to an endI am so grateful for reading the end of this amazing journey with me but this story is far from over. You can check the comments for details. A sequel for this book is already available. The Eleanor is coming back, but she will have to take over a body from her lineage. And who will it be . A woman named Eleanor, who was raised as a human because she was switched at birth. And guess who are her mates. Aria’s grand children’s. That were stolen for slavery at birth. This story is intense. And I hope you will enjoy it. Here is an epilogue for you to enjoy: The heavy oak door closed with a soft click, sealing away the outside world. Inside the opulent chamber, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and rage. Bianca, her body swollen with late-term pregnancy, hurled a crystal vase against the far wall. It shattered, scattering shards like diamonds across the plush rug. A guttural scream of frustration tore from her throat. Celeste stood calmly by the door, havi
Last Updated: 2025-10-29
Chapter: New law Aria’s POV Six months later. I pushed open the heavy oak doors of the council chamber, my head throbbing from the hours of circular arguments. The air outside was crisp and clean, a stark contrast to the stifling tension I'd just left. Quin was leaning against the opposite wall, a cool bottle of water in her hand. She passed it to me without a word. I cracked it open and took a long, grateful gulp. "How did it go?" she asked. "Less terrible than the last one," I sighed, leaning back against the wall beside her. The summary is this: Eleanor's warriors surrendered when she died, but Mr. X is still in the wind. The humans want werewolves permanently banned from their cities. The packs, obviously, refuse. A lot of humans have already left the territories, and honestly, I don't blame them for that. It was strange, finding myself in these rooms. In the power vacuum after the war, my name—and my role in ending it—had somehow landed me a seat at this table. I was now one of the voices t
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Chapter: It’s far from over Aria’s POV "How... how do you know that spell?" Eleanor whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and fury. "My mother knew you would never stop," I said, looking down at her trapped form. "She knew you would try to kill me one day. So, she hid the memory of this spell deep inside my mind, locked away where you could never find it, no matter how deeply you scoured my thoughts when I was under your control." Eleanor's expression shifted. The rage bled away, replaced by a strange, hollow realization. "All this time..." she murmured, a broken, scoffing laugh escaping her. "All this time, I thought the spell had died with her. I searched for it for years. And she just... hid it away from me." Her laugh turned bitter. "That spell was supposed to be my ultimate weapon. The winning trophy. Instead of all these convoluted steps, I could have simply used it on my enemies. But I never knew the full lyrics. I tried for years to replicate it, to find the rest on my own, but I fail
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Chapter: Trump cardAria’s POV "That isn't mercy," I said, my voice flat. "It's just delayed cruelty." Eleanor's smile was a sharp, wicked thing. "Everything would have gone smoothly. I killed both the clone and your real father. Then, I will make your mother run mad. I was set to take the throne with the twin brother, though I always planned to dispose of him later. But there was one flaw I didn't expect." Her eyes narrowed on me. "My sister was pregnant." "Since you knew I was her daughter," I asked, the pieces clicking into a horrifying mosaic, "why didn't you kill me then?" Eleanor stood up from her throne, her form radiating pure malice. "Don't think you're special, girl. The only reason you drew breath is because Eliana, in her final moments of clarity, discovered I was the mastermind. She fled and placed a protective spell on you. A powerful one. If any harm came to you, it would return to the sender a millionfold." She spat the words, her fury at being thwarted still fresh. "Of course, such
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Chapter: That was mercy Aria’s POV I turned to my mates, my voice cutting through the din of battle. "You know what to do. Show them why you're called the Apex Brothers." With synchronized nods, they moved. It was like watching a force of nature. Kaid's gauntlets flared, slamming into the ground and sending a shockwave that tore a path through the enemy line. Thane moved with precision, his strikes disabling machines with targeted, devastating efficiency. Caspian was a whirlwind of reckless motion, and Ryker fought with a deadly grace that was all his own. Their weapons glowed, a symphony of power and intent. They carved a path through the chaos, and we ran. Eliza, Tyla, Quin, and I sprinted through the opening they made. But then a sharp, invasive pain lanced through my skull. I stumbled, gritting my teeth. I knew this feeling. It was Mr. X, his psychic claws scrabbling at the edges of my mind, trying to find a way back in. My sixth sense screamed a warning. I shoved Eliza hard, yelling, "Watch out!"
Last Updated: 2025-10-28
Chapter: Take our future backAria’s POV Hours later. At night The heavy bunker door hissed shut, sealing Eliza, Tyla, and Quin inside. They were back, and they’d brought the crucial materials, though not without a cost. Scratches and burns marked their suits, but the fatigue in their eyes was the real tell. Seeing them hurt sent a sharp pang through me, but it was followed by a surge of power, the same strengthened core energy that had been growing since I solidified my bonds with my mates. A chant, one I’d heard my stepmother whisper when repairing her own minions, surfaced in my mind. I didn't understand all the words, but I felt their intent. A soft, violet light had emanated from my palms, washing over their injuries. The cuts sealed, the burns faded to pink, then smooth skin. The weariness in their postures lifted. Now, we were all together. My fated mates. My friends. And me, the link between them all, all in the main room. Eliza laid the rare, crystalline materials on the central table. They glow
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Chapter: Low levels Franco’s POV His grin cracked. A twitch in the corner of his mouth. “What did you just say?” Anthonio’s voice dropped. “I said,” I straightened, water dripping down my jaw, “are you the dog… or the bone?” For a heartbeat, there was silence. Then his smile returned, uglier this time, stretched thin with rage. “Mind your words here, Franco,” he hissed. “In this place, there’s hierarchy. And you—” he jabbed a finger hard against my chest, right where the bandages soaked through “you’re at the bottom. You’ll stay at the bottom.” “And why,” I purred, “are you so sure of that?” He laughed. Not because it was funny, but because he wanted to cover the crack in his confidence. “Because you thought it was smart to fight one-on-one with Lord Matteo.” I let the corner of my mouth curl. “I know what’s going on,” I said, my voice steady, calm. “None of you can survive going one-on-one with Lord Matteo. But now that I did it, it’s pricked your fragile egos. The idea that someone beneath you
Last Updated: 2025-09-09
Chapter: Broken memoryFranco’s POV I ran, my bare feet slapping against the rough floor, the air thick with dust and the reek of rot. My voice sliced through the path. “I’ll catch you, Federica….” She shrieked with laughter ahead of me, weaving between obstacles. She thinks she can outrun me.I lunged. My body collided with hers, and we tumbled across the dirt, grit grinding into our skin, hair tangled with dust. She rolled over, wide-eyed, panting, cheeks red with life. “How… how could you even run faster than me?” I laughed. “Simple,” I replied, brushing dirt from my lips. “You’re just slow.” Her pout was adorable. “That’s not fair” it wasn’t always like this. We once in an orphanage—four walls, one meal, and rules that I was stubborn to follow. But when they came for me, saying that I was going to be the only one adopted, I refused. I wouldn’t leave my twin behind. So we ran. Into the world that didn’t give a damn if we starved or rotted. We learned quickly. Scraps became feasts. Leftover
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Chapter: Not who he really isMatteo’s POV I sat at the edge of the bed, the mirror catching every ugly angle of the bastard’s handiwork. My jaw throbbed where Franco’s knuckles had kissed bone. I dabbed antiseptic over the cut, the sting biting deep, and I almost smiled at it. Pain doesn’t bother me. It reminds me I’m still human—barely. The bandage stuck halfway when I tilted my head, studying the bruise blooming across my cheek like a fucked-up masterpiece. Franco landed a good one. But that wasn’t what gnawed at me. What twisted in my chest was the fact I held back. I didn’t go full strength on him. Why the fuck didn’t I? I strapped the last of the gauze around my jaw, tugged it firm, and leaned back in the bed. The image of Franco pinned beneath me. My weight pressing him into the floor. It felt familiar. A knock split the thought in half, dragging me back from the edge of memory. “Matteo,” came the butler’s voice. I pushed off the bed, rolling my sore jaw before I crossed the room and yanked open
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Chapter: Love isn’t a good thingFranco’s POV I feared for a split second that he would recognize me, that the name Franco wouldn’t be enough to mask the truth beneath my skin. But what stared back at me wasn’t recognition. It was disgust. That same look I remembered from the end. The look that told me I was no longer enough. He shoved the supplies toward me. “I was told to bring this to you, Franco.” His tone was clipped, detached, as though even standing there dirtied him. My hand trembled for a heartbeat before I snapped myself out of it, snatching the kit from him without a word. His jaw flexed, irritation flashing in his eyes. “I was also told to treat your wounds.” “No,” I cut in, voice rough but steady. “I’ll do it myself.” That wall of rejection—the one I’d spent years tearing my fists bloody against—slammed back into me with brutal force. Memories of everything all crashed down on me at once. Antonio’s nostrils flared, his annoyance sharp. “Do whatever the hell you want. If you bleed out, it’s not
Last Updated: 2025-08-19
Chapter: Crushed underFranco’s POV Il Campo di Sangue. The name of the field we were to fight on. Blood and soil, a canvas made for me to paint in red. I smiled slowly, letting him see just enough of my teeth to make it unclear if it was amusement… or hunger. “I love the name,” I purred, my voice low, savoring the syllables as if they were already dripping with his blood. In my head, I saw it clearly—his body folded under me, his breath rattling as I drove the life out of him. The great Matteo, brought to his knees in his own sacred field. Would I survive him? Maybe not. His strength radiated off him in waves, a predator’s dominance. But arrogance was my armor, and cruelty was sharper than steel. If I could not overpower him, I could unmake him. Break him from the inside out. I tilted my head, feigning curiosity, but every word was a sharpened barb. “Are we using weapons,” I asked, voice slow, deliberate, “or are you too much of a pussy to stand with only your hands?” His jaw flexed. For the brie
Last Updated: 2025-08-19
Chapter: Round the neckMatteo’s POV I leaned against the railing of the estate’s upper balcony, the breeze toying with the hem of my unbuttoned black silk shirt. Binoculars perched against my eyes, I scanned the maze garden with all the calm of a man watching Sunday cartoons, except these episodes bled.Blood was everywhere. smudges of red on the hedge wall. A body slumped like a discarded puppet. Screams muffled by the high hedges. I didn’t bother telling the applicants everything they’d encounter. Where’s the fun in that? The butler warned them it’d be dangerous. Just enough of a disclaimer to keep the lawsuits away. Not that anyone here gave a damn about legality. See, inside the maze, there weren’t just scared little wannabes trying to prove they were worthy of the De Luca syndicate. No. I’d slipped in some rogues, traitors, loose ends, thorns in my side. People who thought they could go against me and live to brag about it. The kind of men with grudges in their bones and death behind their eyes.
Last Updated: 2025-08-12
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