The Bridge To The Alpha’s Human Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Ridge’s PovFor a long long time, Blake refused to come up to the room, and I just didn't know what to do, whether to give her space, or to go out and talk to her, and after lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling for a while, I decided going out to talk to her was probably the best. The last thing I wanted was for her to start overthinking things, analyzing the situation and thinking about what she thought I would do, or what the situation of things meant for us. Pushing up to my feet, I walked out of the room and closed the door as silently as possible, before padding down the hall to the living room where I found her. Blake was seated in the couch, with her legs up against her body, her shoulders trembling slightly, and I stood there to make sure I was really seeing what she was doing. Yeah, of course, that was it. She was crying. Well, I couldn't blame her, I would cry if I were the one and the role was reversed. But this wasn't something I had wanted to happen. I

Ridge’s PovI stood at the edge of the mountain that sheared down a good one hundred feet before smoothing out into tree-covered ledges and gentle wildflower-covered slopes and sharp gaping ridges. Sighing, I breathed in the thin air that was so fresh it burned my lungs, but, truth be told, it burned more today than it did yesterday. I wondered if this had anything to do with the strange smell I caught yesterday morning when I was running. Roman was at the far edge of the woods, also sweeping the place. This was the second time we were doing so, but we just needed to be sure because we couldn't smell Nabi’s scent anywhere in here. It was as if she never came here to run, and that was what baffled me. If she didn't, then who left the French windows open that early yesterday morning? Had she left it that way the night before? Had she been missing the night before and I thought it was morning? I wasn't even sure of anything anymore. All of that happening at the same time Clarissa

Blake’s Pov“Mind if I come in?” I repeated the words again in my head, slower this time, testing them for logic and still finding none. I asked myself if she was crazy, because why in the world would she ask me that or think I would actually indulge that? I stared at her as I kept my expression neutral, even though my body was tensed like I was standing too close to an electric fence. She didn’t flinch as she stared back at me. In fact, she looked annoyingly comfortable, standing there like this was some polite social visit, like we were… friends? No. That wasn’t what this was, and I would never be her friend. I crossed my arms tighter over my chest and let my gaze slide slowly down and back up, cataloging every inch of her. Impeccable, composed, expensive. Same as always. I didn’t miss the faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lip either, the kind of smirk that came from someone who thought they held the upper hand. They didn’t. “Hello, Clarissa,” I said smoothly. I made

Blake’s Pov As soon as we entered, and I pressed my back against the door, I swallowed down the lump in my throat, telling myself how screwed I was. I really was, because I had just lied my ass off when I didn't even have to, but you couldn't blame me, not when the woman I was up against was a scheming bitch... Well, seemed like I was starting to become her, scheming like she was used to. Come to think of it, I was more than screwed because I knew Elaine wouldn't just “forget” I had announced I was pregnant, and let it go, not when they were… we were all hoping that happened so they wouldn't have to pay a token to my father. I walked to the kitchen where Elaine and Julia were now standing, waiting for me, and I could already see the “are you sure” question in their eyes even though I wasn't there yet. I could hear the need for confirmation in their voices. What do I do now? The question wasn't even about whether or not I was sure, because I wasn't by the way, the question was

Ridge’s PovAfter I had called Blake to make sure she was fine, I headed to the meeting I had with the elders upstairs. Everyone was already there waiting, so I didn't waste any time waiting around on my way there, or trying to talk to people. “Hello alpha,” everyone chorus, including my mom, and I nodded as I took my seat at the head of the table. We were going to talk about the masked ball party that we should have held already this year, but my mating ceremony and all that had been happening had pushed back. The long oak table stretched out in front of me, faces lined on either side; elders, advisors, my mother, and a few council members who always managed to look like they had something to complain about, even when they didn’t. Mom was seated two spots down on my left. Her eyes were calm but alert, scanning everyone like she always did, reading the room before anyone spoke. She gave me a brief nod, one that wasn’t just a greeting, but something else. A reminder: hold your