All Chapters of MATED TO MY BULLIES : Chapter 111 - Chapter 116

POV: Dr. MorrisonThe terminal screen in my cell flickered, lines of code scrolling past faster than I could read. I'd been working on serum modifications for the past six hours, exactly as Rick Rodriguez had ordered. Keep the old doctor busy, keep him useful, and he won't cause trouble.They had no idea I'd been using the terminal access to hack into the facility's mainframe. My fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing security protocols I'd helped design months ago. Rick thought he was so clever, giving me limited access. But limited was all I needed. Every system had backdoors, and I'd spent thirty years learning how to find them.The facility blueprints loaded on my screen. I'd been studying them obsessively since our capture, looking for weaknesses, escape routes, anything that could help us survive.But the more I studied them, the more something bothered me. The layout was wrong. Inefficient. Project Apex was many things, but they weren't stupid about facility design. Yet th

POV: Maya The light faded, and I was standing in my childhood home. Not the mansion where Rick lived now. Not some memory twisted by years of pain and trauma. This was the tiny apartment we'd lived in before everything went wrong. Before the drinking got worse. Before the beatings started. Before Project Apex. I was twelve years old again. I could feel it in my body, the height wrong, my hands smaller. I wore the faded jeans and oversized sweater I'd lived in that year, the ones that hid the bruises. The apartment looked exactly as I remembered. The worn brown couch with the tear in the cushion. The TV that only got three channels. The kitchen table with one wobbly leg. Everything cheap, everything broken, everything home. "Maya?" I turned. Rick stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Not the cold scientist from Project Apex. Not the monster who'd admitted he never wanted children. This was my father from before. Younger, thinner, with kind eyes that hadn't yet turned cruel.

POV: Seraphina The facility entrance yawned before us like the mouth of something dead and rotting. The metal doors had been torn apart from the inside, twisted into shapes that defied physics. Beyond them, the corridor pulsed with sickly green light. "Luna," Marcus said beside me, his voice tight with fear. "We should reconsider. This doesn't look like any building I've ever seen." I glanced back at the three hundred wolves I'd assembled. Warriors from seven different packs, united under temporary truce. They'd followed me here because I'd convinced them Maya Rodriguez was the threat. The enhanced monster who'd killed hundreds and needed to be stopped. Now, looking at this nightmare architecture, I wasn't sure what the real threat was anymore. "We go in," I said firmly. "We didn't come this far to turn back now." "But Luna, look at it." Marcus pointed at the walls. They weren't concrete anymore. They looked organic, like flesh stretched over bone. Veins of light pulsed through