The Apex's hidden mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Priscilla’s POV “Fuck, Priss… you were made for this.” The words poured over me like hot wax—burning, sealing. Damon’s voice, that low growl, his hand tangled in my hair, the way he pushed me deeper—it wasn’t just sex. It was his control. His need. And I am proud I am the only one that can bring out this reaction from him. I could feel his pulse in every twitch of his cock, every rough breath, every tightened fist on my scalp. His hips twitched beneath my mouth, muscles taut, breath ragged. I knew he was close, knew I’d pushed him to that delicious brink—tongue swirling, lips locked tight around the thick weight of him. And when he pulled me back with a wet gasp and stood, that same wild gleam in his eyes, I knew what came next. “I’m not done,” he muttered, voice thick. “Turn around. On the bed.” I obeyed. My body ached for him. I climbed up on all fours, my butt in the air, knees sinking into the cool sheets, heart already racing with the anticipation of how brutal he’d be whe

Aria’s POV The memory wouldn’t leave me. No matter how many times I blinked, looked away, or tried to focus on anything else, it kept flooding back—hot and unrelenting. Kaid was the first to kiss me. The first to touch me. The first to drag me over the edge with just his fingers and that quiet, growled command that shattered every last bit of control I had left. I could still feel him. And now here I was—some days later, trying not to fall apart as I stood in front of a mirror in a dress that barely brushed my knees, trying to act normal. I was about to go on a date with Ryker. My heart thudded. It was the weekend. Quiet, for once. But my body was anything but. Ryker had found me after it all. I hoped to the moon he hadn’t noticed how flushed I still was, or how my legs had gone wobbly when I stood too close to him. He told me if I would go on the day with him this weekend and I agreed. I should’ve asked where he was taking me. Instead, I just nodded like a wide-eyed fool, pr

Aria’s POV Ryker's arms wrapped around me tightly, like he was afraid I’d slip away if he didn’t hold on hard enough. His entire body trembled against mine, and for I didn’t feel the cocky, ego-driven flirt I’d come to know. This wasn’t the same Ryker who strutted through hallways like he owned the world. This… this was a boy who’d never stopped being a boy, because he’d never been allowed to just be. And goddess,I knew that pain. I hugged him back, arms circling around his broad shoulders, anchoring him with the quiet strength I’d had to build in myself for years. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, and I didn’t speak. Not yet. Because sometimes silence was louder than words. I understood it—him. That ache of never being enough, no matter what you did. Of waiting for a kind word that never came. Of being told that love was earned, when it should’ve been unconditional. My pain had been both emotional and physical, and while Ryker’s wounds weren’t carved into his s

Aria’s POV The clubhouse towered ahead like a glowing monument of everything wrong with this world. It wasn’t on academy grounds—this place was far too indulgent for that. No, it stood outside the strict walls of hierarchy and control. I adjusted the strap of my dress, the fabric sleek against my skin, violet with hints of silver. The parking lot surrounding the club was packed. And I was here to find out what Priscilla is up to, and stop her from harming anyone else. This party was the only time I’d ever seen the hierarchy dissolve like it didn’t exist. That kind of unity wasn’t natural here, it was manufactured. And someone always paid the price for it. I reached the door, where a huge bouncer stood with crossed arms and sunglasses on—at night, of course. He glanced at me once, then stepped aside and opened the velvet rope without a word. Inside, the air was thick and saturated with perfume, lust, and bass. It hit me like a slap. Everywhere I turned, there was something I

Kaid’s POV I fucking hated places like this. Too loud. Too chaotic. Too many bodies pressed together like animals pretending they were free. The stench of sweat, alcohol, and desperation clung to the air like rot. But I wasn’t here for pleasure. I was here to crush the syndicate that thought they could keep slipping of my fingers. We stood in front of the club, its neon lights flickering like a dying pulse. Thane had his phone to his ear, frown etched deep on his face. “She’s not picking up,” he muttered. “Probably can’t hear it in there,” Ryker said, stuffing his hands in his jacket and glancing at the line of people snaking around the building. “This place is loud as hell.” Exactly why I didn’t step foot in shitholes like this. Caspian cracked his neck, a grin already pulling at his mouth. “I’ll go in. Take a look around.” “Same,” Ryker said, already walking ahead. I turned to Thane. “I’m not stepping in there.” He looked at me, nodded once. “I’m going around the back,”