Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Apex's hidden mate: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Kaid’s POV I didn’t like surprises. And this place? This place was a fucking labyrinth of them. We stepped through the window expecting marble floors and gold-trimmed walls. Instead, the air was thick with the scent of machinery—oil, metal, and time. The walls were matte steel, stained with the quiet kind of wear that only came from years of activity. This wasn't an estate. It was a damn fortress wearing a mask. Thane’s voice cut through the silence. “We move. Now.” I didn’t need to be told twice.The girl—Aria’s friend—led the way. “I’ve put every camera along this route into a ten to twenty-second time loop,” she said, fingers flying across her phone. “Security won’t even notice we’re here.” This estate was supposed to be some rich bastard’s playground. But everything I saw now told a different story. How the hell did this exist right under our noses?For every mission we completed… every lead we followed…There was always something we missed. Secrets layered beneath lies

Ryker’s POV I woke up to the pounding of war drums in my skull. No, not drums. Just a headache that felt like someone took a sledgehammer to my brain while dancing on my chest with cleats. "Ugh... hell," I groaned, dragging myself up from the cold, too-sanitized floor. The last thing I remembered was that choking field of deep green smoke, whatever the hell it was. Right before I blacked out, I’d launched Eliza up into the vent like a human-sized volleyball. Hopefully she had the damn good sense to keep crawling. I blinked through the headache and took in the scene. A pristine white room. Minimalist as hell. The walls gleamed like they'd just been wiped down by a psychotic janitor with OCD. And lucky me, front row seat to the freak show. A transparent glass wall stretched across the front, revealing two other cells on the opposite side. And in them were Caspian and Thane. I bet Kaid’s Cell is beside mine. The gang’s all here. Well. Minus our weapons. I did a quick scan—belt?

Eliza’s POV I’ve been crawling through these vents for two days straight. Two. Whole. Days. My muscles ache from the awkward positions, and my neck is killing me from the constant low hunch. But at least my skin is intact. The sleek black tech outfit I’m wearing covers every inch of my body except my head. It was breathable and friction-resistant. It’s doing its job. There were no injuries. Just sweat, fatigue, and the constant taste of recycled air. If anyone had told me that I’d be living like a human rat inside the ventilation system of a sadistic estate owned by power-drunk psychos, I’d have laughed in their face. But here I am. It’s a good thing Ryker helped me escape. He didn’t have to—hell, he probably wasn’t even sure I’d make it out. But he did it anyway. They believe I’ll find a way to get them out of wherever the hell they’re locked up. And I will. Because I’m Eliza. How ever Heroes say it or whatever. I’ve been mapping the layout in my head, noting guard patterns

Eliza’s POV My tech outfit was the only reason I wasn’t a splattered corpse in the courtyard right now. I felt the pulse shot rip through me before the wall gave way. Everything hurts. Just because the suit absorbed the impact didn’t mean I couldn’t feel pain. My ribs were screaming, my back throbbed like someone took a hammer to it, and my right arm felt like it had been chewed on by gravity itself. I could already feel the nanotech in the lining buzzing quietly under my skin, working overtime to patch me up. Good suit. I really should give her a name. The red sirens shrieked across the compound, casting red glows across everything like a damn crime scene. Which, to be fair, it was. I pushed myself up slowly, breath ragged, brain still catching up with what just happened. Sheila. She fired that weapon like she wanted me dead. That fired energy nearly cracked my bones. It took out a wall and launched me across two floors like I weighed nothing. Since when did Sheila kn

Priscilla’s POV Some hours later, I was already dressed, fixing my black top while Damon laid on the bed, lazily jerking himself off. Again. “Babe,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a second, “you sure you gotta go now? I’m still so hard.” I rolled my eyes, grabbing my footwear. “You’re always hard, Damon.” “And you’re the only one that can keep up,” he smirked, pumping himself slow like he was putting on a show. “You’re built different.” I tossed my hair over my shoulder, already halfway to the door. “I won’t be long,” I said sweetly, blowing him a kiss. “Try not to come without me.” “Not making any promises,” he called after me as I shut the door. I practically skipped down the hall, high on sex, and the anticipation of what I was about to do. I was glowing. Selena. The untouchable bitch with a sex doll molded after Kaid’s dick.I got to her door and found it slightly open. Hmm. Suspicious. Interesting. I knocked once. Then pushed it open. Empty. I frowned and stepped