All Chapters of The Apex's hidden mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Thane’s POV I was pissed. No—furious. But Kaid moved before I could even take a step. He didn’t roar. He didn’t give them a chance. He swooped in like a storm unleashed. His fists crashed into the nearest man’s face with a sound I’d never forget. Bone crunched. The man dropped. The others didn’t even get the chance to process what was happening before Caspian and Ryker were on them too. I’d seen my brothers fight before. But this wasn’t fighting. This was slaughter. They weren’t warriors right now—they were apex predators, driven by one thing and one thing only. Aria. Every punch, every kick, every snapped limb and broken scream echoed that truth. I didn’t join them. Not yet. Because Aria— Goddess, Aria. She was unconscious. Barely breathing. Her body limp, draped across the floor like a discarded doll. I dropped to my knees beside her, gathering her into my arms as gently as I could. My heart broke at the sight of her. She had deep bruises on her skin. Her clothes

Selena’s POV I paced my room for the third time in five minutes, the wine glass shaking in my grip. Still no message. No video. No update. “What the hell is taking so long?” I hissed to no one. The men weren’t answering. None of them. I’d tried all five. Something cold slithered down my spine, but I shoved the feeling away. No. They wouldn’t fail. They had one job—humiliate her, ruin her, make her filth. And when the Apex brothers saw what she truly was, they'd be disgusted. Done with her. She’d be nothing. And me? I’d still be untouched. Desired. Perfect. I took a sip of wine, letting my mind wander to the moment they would open that video—Aria on the floor,moaning in pleasure . Used. I bet she enjoyed it as much as the men did. The Apex brothers would look at her like the trash she is, and they’d see me. They’d see what perfection looks like. My phone buzzed on the bed. I lunged for it and saw Priscilla’s name flashing on the screen. “Took you long enough,” I snapped the

Eliza’s POV After Aria and Quin left the classroom, I waited for few more minutes and and glanced at my bag sitting beside my desk and slowly unzipped it. Tucked beneath my books and notebooks was the smaller pouch, carefully sealed and disguised to look like something innocent—just another cosmetic case, something trivial. But I knew better. My fingers hesitated before curling around it. It fit into my palm perfectly, light and cold, like the guilt I’d carried for far too long. I stood, shoved the pouch into my pocket, and walked out of the classroom. My steps were quiet. I knew this path too well. Priscilla’s classroom wasn’t too far, but every step toward it twisted my stomach tighter. I hated her. I hated the way she smiled when she made people cry. I hated how she called me her little pet scientist. I hated how I still did what she asked. But I hated what she knew even more. If anyone ever found out what I did, my life would be over. Expulsion would be the least of my wor

Aria’s POV I didn’t know if she meant it out of anger or out of concern. Her face was unreadable, her eyes stormy with something she didn’t voice. But before I could ask, she turned and walked out of the class. Eliza let out a breath. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” I didn’t. I had no plan. No strategy. Just this fire inside me that refused to die out. But what I did know was that my fantasy of living a quiet, invisible life in this academy had shattered the moment I walked through its gates. Maybe it was naive to think I could ever be normal here. That they would let someone like me just exist without forcing me into submission. So no, I didn’t know what I was doing. But I knew I couldn’t let them keep calling us weak and expecting us to believe it. I glanced around at the classroom. Someone out there had to feel it too—that same burn. That same refusal to keep kneeling just because they were born an Omega. ---- Back at the penthouse, I put my school bag away and skim

Aria’s POV I nodded. I could barely think, but I nodded. Because I needed this. Needed him. My skin felt too tight, every inch of me hot, throbbing, desperate for something I didn’t have the words for. I wasn’t weak. But this wasn’t about weakness. This was something else—something primal and consuming. I needed a release before I exploded from the inside out. Kaid moved slowly, his large hands firm and sure, and goddess help me, that only made it worse. He laid me flat on the couch with a control that felt… dangerous. Not cruel. Not gentle either. He removed my pants inch by inch, dragging the fabric down my thighs like it was a ritual, like he wanted to savor every second of it. My breath hitched, my thighs tensed, but he said nothing. Then his hands slipped under my shirt, pushing it upward. Not over my head—just enough to expose my breasts. He didn’t want to strip me bare. He wanted access. Control. And yeah my bra want there. Who wears bra inside their house? His hand c