The Apex's hidden mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 171 - チャプター 180

Priscilla’s POV I wasn’t done with Selena. Not even close. The idea of her walking around thinking she still had the upper hand made my stomach twist in disgust. I wanted her crushed under the weight of my cruelty until she finally realized I was better than her. Better at everything. I would take it further. Double of whatever she had ever done to me. She never made me sleep with anyone, but I had no problem doing that to her. It’s because I wanted to show her what cruelty really looked like. She thought she was heartless? I would prove that she was soft compared to me. I’d drag her through filth, make her choke on humiliation, and remind her that she was never my equal. If she had treated me as an equal, maybe this wouldn’t be happening. Maybe I wouldn’t feel this hunger—this obsession—to see her not being able to ever have control in her life anymore. But she didn’t. She treated me like a plaything, like someone she can get rid off. So now, I’ll give her hell. Ever since

Quins POV I sat quietly in the back, the hum of the car filling the silence I carried inside me. Eliza’s hands were steady on the wheel, and Tyla was stretched comfortably beside her in the passenger seat. “Damn,” Tyla whistled, twisting her body just enough to admire herself in the window’s faint reflection. “Perfect body, perfect suit. Can’t blame the universe for wanting to flatter me.” I let my gaze fall to my own hands, the fabric stretching neatly across my wrists, snug and adaptable to every movement. Today was the day. The day the Apex brothers would finally be freed. But that wasn’t the only thing pressing against my chest. My thoughts kept circling back to what we had seen. The sick footage. Tyla groaned suddenly, dragging her palm across her face. “Ugh, I swear, if I could scrub my brain clean with bleach, I would. I knew Priscilla was a bitch, but that? That was… geez, that was deranged.” I breathed out slowly. “I know,” I murmured. “They are all sick in the head.”

Quin’s POV The floor was torn with claw marks. Sheila lunged again, but her strikes were sluggish and predictable. I had sparring sessions with Eliza and Tyla. So dealing with someone like Sheila wasn’t so hard. Her growl faltered. The shift rippled through her fur, bones snapping back until she collapsed on two trembling legs. I also turned back. Her eyes widened, disbelief spilling out with each word. “This… this is impossible. You’re an omega. Omegas are meant to be weak.” There was fear in her voice, but under it was resentment. A lifetime of it. “That’s what your inferiority complex tells you all the time.” Sheila staggered, shaking her head like I had struck her harder than any blow. In my comms, Eliza’s voice broke through. “We’ve got the Apex brothers.” Relief unfurled in my chest, but I kept my eyes on Sheila. “You’re all making a huge mistake. If you’d just surrendered when you were told, you would’ve gotten a lesser punishment. You could’ve enjoyed ser

Thane’s POV I had her pinned, barely. My arms shook from the effort, every muscle burning, but I was glad I got there in time, glad Quin wasn’t lying broken beneath Aria’s claws. Her energy thrummed through my bones, like trying to hold down a lightning storm with nothing but willpower. I pressed harder in a ragged breath, my chest aching with each beat. Her strength surged. She flung me off like I was nothing. My back slammed into stone, pain lancing sharp through my ribs. I groaned, forcing myself to my feet. She hovered above the rubble, cold violet eyes locked on me that held no recognition. My chest tightened. What did they do to you, Aria? They had dragged me through the worst of my past, tore it open until it bled fresh, made me relive every horror I thought I’d buried. They did the same to my brothers—our childhood traumas turned into cages meant to break us. But we clawed our way out. We survived it. Her eyes burned brighter, hollow and cruel, and I couldn’t stop m

Kaid’s POV When I woke up, I saw that I was in a bunker.That’s what the girls called it when I drifted in and out. I was slipping between sleep and that half-conscious fog where nightmares bleed into reality. I prayed it was all a dream. But the bandages across my ribs and the ache in my body said otherwise. My chest tightened, a suffocating weight pressing down. I forced myself upright as my muscle screamed. I pushed myself off the bed and stepped into the corridor. Sleek steel walls. The hum of generators somewhere deep. Noise carried faintly from ahead. I followed the voices The hallway opened into a larger chamber, and there, the girls, huddled in quiet conversation. Tyla’s voice was full of energy as she said, “You should’ve seen the special weapon Eliza made for Priscilla. She called it the Karma cuffs.” Quin gave a small smile, her tone softer. “You have mentioned it a lot of times.” “I know, Its just cool that the bitch was finally tasting her own punches.” “yeah.