All Chapters of The Apex's hidden mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Selena’s POV She just came at the fucking wrong time. Good thing she didn’t hear the conversation between me and my father. If she had, she’d probably be dead by now. Sometimes, I wonder if that man is even my real father. The way he talks to me like I’m a project that’s beginning to fail quality control. Yes, I’m his heir. His precious little legacy. He never shuts up about it when people are around. Brags like I’m his greatest invention. But behind closed doors? All I get is criticism, expectations and disappointment that are served raw and bitter. How the hell does he expect me to control what everyone is doing? I’m not God. I’m not a mind reader. I can’t babysit every idiot that signs under our name. But no—if anything goes wrong, it’s always me. Always my failure. Like I’m the one who personally handed Eliza a fucking bomb and said, “Go wild.” I am so pissed, and Priscilla brought herself for me to lay all of my anger on. She made herself a target, and I needed one. This

Selena’s POV He twitched in a raw and helpless manner. And goddess, it was beautiful. Right there beneath me, Kaid was mine. Mine. After all these years of him looking through me like I didn’t exist, after all the cold stares, the way he let her into his space like she mattered. Now he was at my mercy. I smiled, slow and wide, the control singing in my blood like a melody composed just for me. The collar hummed against his neck, glowing faintly, burning into that perfect skin. The way his body jerked and tensed, the way pain flickered in those sharp, dark eyes just thrilled me. This was how it should’ve always been. Kaid beneath me. Kaid, finally forced to see me. But then. He said that name. That cursed, disgusting name. That she is his mate. The word had hit like acid on my skin. So that’s why the spell didn’t work. But I refused to believe it. It will still work. He said that just to make me think I can stop pursuing him. He knows how much I yearn for him. “You’re mist

Aria’s POV Back in this damn box. Grey walls. No windows. No sound but my own heartbeat, slow and steady like a war drum muffled by defeat. There’s just one door that is always locked, always mocking me. I’d stopped checking how many days it’s been. The little darkness makes time feel like a sick joke. I tried everything. Once,I faked being unconscious and they didn’t buy it. The minute their ritual fails, I was thrown back in here like a broken toy. They don’t even give me the chance to memorize my surroundings. Now, I get a sip of water and a piece of bread the size of my palm. Just enough to keep me alive. Just enough to remind me that I’m still their pawn. I sat against the wall, knees pulled to my chest, every muscle sore. My lips cracked and my throat felt raw. But my mind still burned like fire. Mr. X had looked me in the eye and asked who my fated mate was. I didn’t answer. He told me silence would only make my torture longer. Does he think I’m that stupid? Let him

Aria’s POV Her voice wavered, but it was still steady enough to split me open. “I know what you’re feeling, Aria. You feel confused, betrayed, and hurt. And you should be. Because the mother you remember, the mother you loved. was only a part of who I truly was.” I couldn’t move. Every word she said burrowed under my skin like thorns. “I wasn’t as good as you believed I was,” she continued. “But what’s coming for you… it’s because of the mistakes I made long before you were even born.” She inhaled shakily on the screen, and I watched as she looked away for a heartbeat, then turned back, her gaze more haunted than I’d ever seen it. “This began before I was Luna. Long before the Shadow Pack branded me as their queen.” Her lips trembled, but she kept going. “I was just a girl when I met your father. He wasn’t my fated mate, and I wasn’t his. But we loved each other. Deeply and Recklessly. Enough to pretend fate didn’t matter.” Eliana looked back at the camera. “The m

Eliza’s POV We were at Tyla’s secret bunker. It was hidden enough, deep in the forested hills, surrounded by nothing but wild grass and dense trees. If you didn’t already know it existed, you’d walk right past the metal hatch buried beneath layers of brush and rock. It was… efficient. Which was good, because the Shadow Pack would be hunting us by now. Thanks to Sheila. That traitor. I would have taken us to my own hideout, but that would’ve been suicide. The place used to be my father’s playground. It was a perfect little lab for his twisted experiments. His victims. His toys. That man didn’t just destroy lives; he catalogued them. And they already know who he was. They’ll trace his secret places, and if we’d gone there, we’d have been discovered in seconds. I looked around at the bunker. Clean enough. Lined with reinforced steel, a power system that hummed steadily underground, even a filtration system for air and water. I couldn’t help but run a hand along the wall. “Why do