บททั้งหมดของ The Bridge To The Alpha’s Human Mate: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Ridge’s PovBlake was in the kitchen with her laptop in front of her when I came in. I had a long day, first at the office at the pack house, then attending the pack council meeting with the elders, half of them grumbling about why we haven’t held or started talking about holding the mask ball this year. I wasn’t really sure why we do that shit when we don’t raised any money from the outside packs or anything like that. My family and few other families are the donating people, and that was that. I rubbed my temple, as I walked to Blake, just as she turned to look at me. “Hey, Ridge. You’re back home.” I said and she nodded. “Yes. In flesh and blood.” I said just to tease her, but she didn’t bite. She looked at me up and down instead, like she was studying me. “You look like shit, Ridge.” She said. “I know, baby. I do look like shit, but that’s because I’m tired. You look like you only just came back in yourself.” I said and she smiled. She opened her mouth to talk, but be

Blake’s PovOh damn, it was perfect. He was perfect. He was hardly more than a silhouette, this tall, sleep-rumpled, barefoot, sexy husband of mine, standing outside the balcony, watching the new day rise out of the dark sky of the night. It was still barely morning, maybe six, but it was starting to get bright. I stared at Ridge again, checking out his long legs, long arms, and a big coffee mug in an equally big hand, dark stubble on a sharp profile at the break of dawn. He was staring off into the far horizon, but I wondered what was on his mind. My stomach grumbled, and I furrowed my brows, quickly pressing my hand against it, as if to muffle the sound. Ridge didn’t turn around; maybe he hadn’t heard it, or maybe he was just pretending not to, but I watched the corner of his mouth twitch, just barely, like he was holding back a smile. That was probably over something he was thinking about. I pulled the covers up around me and sank deeper into the pillows, still watching

Ridge’s PovGetting home an hour early before dinner at Mom’s felt like a win. It meant I had time to relax and spend a little time with my wife before we headed over to her place. I was looking forward to walking in, maybe stealing a kiss, seeing what kind of mood Blake was in. What I didn’t expect was walking into my kitchen and seeing Blake playing house; the perfect domestic duo with my sister. Julia was perched on one of the stools at the island, swirling a glass of wine like she lived here. Blake had an apron tied around her waist and was standing at the stove, laughing at something Julia had said as she offered her a spoonful of whatever she was cooking. Her laughter sounded like music to my ear. The two of them were so locked into their little moment, that Blake hadn’t even noticed me walk in. I knew Julia already did, she would have smelled me, but she was pretending I didn't exist here while she sat in my house, hearing my wife laugh. And yeah… I’ll admit it. The scen

Blake’s PovThe car slowed in front of the house I had never been before, and I climbed down from it after Ridge parked, walking to the front door. Before we could even get to the front door, it ripped open and Julia walked out. She wasn't her bubbly self though, and I wouldn't have noticed anything was off if it wasn't for the way she answered when I greeted her. I mean, the second she stepped out, something shifted in the air and I noticed it instantly, her usual energy; sunshine and sarcasm wrapped in heels, was missing. She didn’t smile, didn’t hug me like she always did, didn’t even make a joke at Ridge’s expense. “Hey, Julia,” I greeted, offering her a small smile. “Hey,” she said flatly, barely glancing at me before turning her eyes to Ridge. That’s when my steps faltered, and my smile dropped. I frowned immediately, confusion tugging between my brows. Julia never acted like this. Even on her worst days, she could fake polite with the best of them. But right now? She l

Blake’s Pov “You had a child and didn’t tell me?” Ridge’s voice was low, almost calm, but I could feel the tension rippling off him like a storm about to break. His eyes never left the little girl, but they were wide now, shock giving way to something darker. “I wanted to,” Clarissa said with a fake sigh, stroking the girl’s hair as if she were the most devoted mother in the world. “But, you know, things got so… complicated between us. You were always so angry when I left, and I didn’t want to cause any more drama.” “You didn’t want to?” Ridge echoed, stunned. By the edge in his voice, I was guessing their breakup wasn't a nice one with bows on top, it was brutal and ugly. By the way things had played out this evening, the way this woman had handled things so far, I couldn't imagine anything beautiful about her, even though she was really pretty. On the outside, not inside… “You left the country,” Julia said suddenly, her voice sharp. She finally looked up, her jaw tight. “You d