All Chapters of The Apex's hidden mate: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Aria’s POV Mr. X had ordered men to drag me out of that suffocating grey cell again, their rough hands the only human contact I’d had in days, aside from the tasteless scraps of food they tossed in like I was a stray dog. If he was bringing me out again, it wasn’t because he missed the sound of my voice. He had something up his sleeve. Something dangerous. Has he gotten to them? The thought punched the air from my lungs. My reckless, stubborn, infuriating mates. If he had them, if he’d cornered them the way he’d cornered me, then I was already halfway broken. I tried not to let my mind spiral, but fear clawed at me like fire under my skin. The room he dragged me into this time was different.They strapped me on a metal bed. My ankles and wrists locked tight, the chill of the steel seeping into my bones. And scattered across the tray beside me were things I didn’t dare name out loud. Instruments that screamed pain. My wolf had always been the vicious one between us—sharp-fanged,

Eliza’s POV Today is the day. The day we’re supposed to hand ourselves over to the Shadow Pack. The “agreement.” The neat little box we’re expected to step into and shut the lid tight over ourselves. Except, obviously, we’re not going to do that. If they think we’re just going to walk into their hands like sheep, then they’ve severely underestimated us. So instead, we have a different plan. A messy, layered, one-step-at-a-time kind of plan. First, we meet with Priscilla. That part makes my skin crawl, but strategic necessity doesn’t always come with pleasant company. Second, we figure out how to save the Apex brothers. One plan at a time. Like pulling pieces out of a trap without snapping it shut. Now here we are, having left Tyla’s parents’ bunker. Honestly, the place could survive a nuclear winter. And yes, I’ll admit—I liked the car we picked. Sleek, expensive-looking. Quiet engine. Almost like it belonged in a spy film. I sat in the passenger seat while Quin curled up in the

Priscilla’s POV I was carried back to shadow pack secret hideout. And this morning—after I was completely healed, couldn’t hold it in anymore I hurled the vase in my room at the wall, the glass exploded in a satisfying crash. Shards rained down like glitter, and for a moment, I almost felt better. Almost. Then I caught my reflection in the mirror, that smug, broken thing looking back at me, daring to remind me of yesterday. “Shut up!” I roared, slamming my fist straight through the glass. It shattered under my strength, the pieces slicing across my skin, but I didn’t care. I welcomed the sting. It meant I was still stronger than anything fragile. I grabbed the lamp next, hurling it across the room. It smashed into the dresser, splinters of wood and shards scattering across the floor. I tore at the sheets on my bed, ripping them down the middle like paper, throwing the pillows into the wall until feathers burst and floated around me like mocking snow. “This can’t be happening to

Priscilla’s POVLater in the night. The thrill buzzed through me, making my skin tingle as I watched her stand there in the ridiculous lingerie I’d chosen. She hated every second of it—I could see it in the way her jaw clenched, in the way her eyes burned with restrained rage. And goddess, it made me feel alive. To finally see Selena stripped of her perfect little life, standing half-naked because I told her to. And it was intoxicating. A knock broke through the tension, and I smirked. Perfect timing. When I opened the door and saw Damon standing there, my heart leapt in my chest like it always did. He was carrying the bag, the one I told him to bring, and his eyes swept right past me and straight into the room. “Did you bring it?” I asked sweetly, smiling up at him. “Yeah,” he said, but his lips curved into that cocky grin of his. “But are we really gonna do this in Selena’s room?” I glanced back at her, standing there like a painted doll, her body barely covered. “She does

Selena’s POV Damon stepped forward, his eyes locked on me with a hunger that made my skin crawl. I glared at him, my voice trembling but firm. “Don’t you dare,” I hissed. “You won’t enter me. I order you not to.” his unfazed gaze raked over my body. “You can’t do anything about it, Selena,” he said with confidence. “And I’m not going to miss the chance to fuck you—the proud, untouchable Selena who thinks no man can touch her. I love that I can and I will. And I’m going to fuck you senseless.” My chest tightened. “I can’t wait to tell the others about this. They’ll be so jealous. And you? You’ll enjoy it. You’ll finally see what you’ve been missing.” I tried to push Priscilla off me, but she was relentless, her weight pressing down on me with an intensity I hadn’t expected. Her eyes were wild, her face flushed with a mix of craziness and desire. I had never seen her like this. I have never imagined she could be so intense. I always thought Priscilla would hold back, given