All Chapters of The Apex's hidden mate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Thane’s POV They didn’t make it easy for us. I recall the moment the guards came with those collars, we all knew there was going to be a fight. None of us were built to submit quietly, and we didn’t take well to leashes. Literal or otherwise. We gave them more than they bargained for, but in the end, they had numbers, and they had the collars. The moment that cold band of metal locked around my throat, I felt the surge. My muscles seized, my vision blurred, and the world narrowed to a tunnel of pain. Even then, I clung to consciousness just enough to keep track. They covered our faces before dragging us out. I couldn’t see, but I could listen in my unconscious state. I knew we’d been taken to an entirely different building the moment I had felt the vibration beneath my feet shift. We were in a vehicle, moving. They’d gagged us as well, though not entirely for security. Ryker had spent the first half of the trip throwing every insult he could conjure at our captors, each one s

Kaid’s POV They call it a forest, but the trees here don’t breathe. Even the shadows feel programmed, as if someone’s watching and adjusting them to make you twitch at the wrong moment. If they think this place will break me, Mr. X has another thing coming. That trap back there… If I hadn’t moved when I did, the bullet would’ve been in me instead of sizzling into the bark. I can smell the scorch still clinging to my arm. I don’t like being part of anyone’s game. But if that’s the board we’re on, I’ll play to win—and I’ll break the board before I’m done. We move through the fake forest. Every root, every flicker of shadow, every gust of wind were all just distractions. When you’ve been trained to be a soldier, you stop reacting to the noise. You only react to what matters. Don’t these higher-ups know who we are? We were made in fire, broken down and rebuilt until even pain became just another sound in the distance. This? This is a playground. Thane’s voice cuts through,

Ryker’s POV “Come on, you ugly bastard!” I snarl through bared teeth, my voice a growl in my head as my paws tear into the dirt. The rogue behind me is massive. Thick shoulders like a boulder rolling downhill, snapping jaws that sound like they could crush steel. My light-gray fur bristles, the dark streaks along my spine standing on end, but I keep moving. it’s stupid trying to reason with a rogue this far gone. It’s is like asking fire not to burn. And judging by those wild, bloodshot eyes, this one doesn’t even know what reason is. My electric-blue gaze flicks ahead, scanning for any path that doesn’t lead to me getting my throat ripped out. I push harder, muscles burning as the ground blurs beneath me. My brothers are dealing with their own battles. I can only hope they’re either winning—or at least not getting mauled to death. My ears twitch, picking up a subtle hum ahead. Not good. That’s the kind of sound that says “Ryker, your day’s about to get worse.” Gosh,

Thane’s POV I woke up and tried to sit up, but my head smacks against something hard. I looked around to realize I am under a familiar table, and in a familiar environment. This brought back memories. How many times had I crawled under here as a kid? How am I here? Is this a dream? Pressed my back against the floor, holding my breath while the world upstairs crashed and boiled over. This was my fortress, my shelter. It was the only place I felt like I could vanish. My eyes traced the underside of the table. The scratches are still there—thin, jagged lines carved by years of restless hands and anxious knees. I used to count them when I was a kid. One… two… three… Every time I hid here, I’d keep track. Not because the number mattered, but because it gave me something to focus on, something that kept me calm through the chaos. And now, staring at them again, I know the Shadow Pack couldn’t have known this. But how? They couldn’t have asked my father. His mind was too tangl

Priscilla’s POV The position I find myself in is... undignified. Lying on my back, knees bent into my chest, gripping the outer edges of my feet while this scientist, Don, kneels between my legs and enters me from above. Moans spill from my lips, echoing off the walls of my room as he moves inside me. How did it come to this? After our collision in the hall, I couldn't shake the image of Selena's face staring back at me from that tablet. I had to know. I asked the scientist, whose name is Don, but he just wouldn't talk. Refused to give up the secrets that tablet undoubtedly held. So I seduced him. And I knew he won’t be able to resist. And that’s how I got him this position. "Faster," I demand, my voice low and husky with need. "Harder." Don grunts in response, his hips snapping forward with increased urgency. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by my wanton moans. I can't help it - he's hitting me so deep, so perfectly, that I'm lost to the sensati