บททั้งหมดของ The Bridge To The Alpha’s Human Mate: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Roman didn’t ask any questions, he just said, “Stay put. I’m coming,” before the line went dead. He didn't even ask where I was, or where I saw her. I wasn't sure how he was going to get here, bug I knew he wasn't a fool. He would have asked me the details of he needed them, so I sighed and looked back down at Nabi. I slid the phone back into my pocket, my fingers still trembling slightly. The weight of Nabi’s body beside me felt heavier now that I wasn’t doing anything but waiting. I didn’t like waiting. I never really liked it, especially not in a situation like this one. It gave my mind too much room to spiral. “Nabi,” I whispered again, lowering myself to sit beside her, careful not to shift the ground beneath her too much. Her skin looked paler than usual, her lips tinged with blue at the corners, and her cheeks had lost all their warmth. I reached out, brushing her hair gently away from her face. There were scrapes on her temple, dirt smudged across her cheek, but no blood

Blake’s PovBy the time we settled down enough to go to bed that night, I was already tired, but I knew I still needed to talk to Ridge. Only, he hadn't come into the room yet. I would have wondered what was keeping him if I didn't leave him in the living room with Roman and the two men that worked security with Henry, talking about security and other stuff like that. Here I was, sitting my ass down on the bed, wringing my fingers and waiting for my husband so I could talk to him. I was two fingers held together close to telling him earlier why I needed to clear my head, but I swallowed it up and said nothing. I wasn't sure how he was going to feel, I mean, I wasn't sure how I felt about it myself. I bit my bottom lip, thinking of how I was going to even bring up the discussion when I heard the door open, and Ridge walked in. “Hey, Ridge.” I called and he nodded. “Hey,” he said, walking past me to the bathroom. He closed the door so I blew out a breath. He was going in the

Ridge’s Pov Roman and Henry knew not to stop me as I walked to the warehouse where we keep those prisoner; the people that had trespassed into our land, the rogues and others like that. I had to speak to the flower delivery guy, and then Erin. I needed answers, right now. I needed to ask them again, by all means necessary, who sent them, because that could be connected to the caller that had called Blake last night. I ud waiting until she was asleep before silently leaving the room, and the house, leaving with Roman and Henry. As soon as I entered into the man’s cell, the man who still won't talk or tell us his name, he whimpered. He shrank into the wall and I gritted my teeth. I would make sure he did more than that the next time I saw him if he didn't give me an answer. “Hello,” I said, my voice dangerously low. “I don't know anything, and I won't tell you a thing even if I do.” he said. Nodding, i pushed up the corner of my mouth in an eerie smile. “That's the spir

Blake’s PovKenny screamed like someone had a knife to her throat, so I pulled the phone off my ear. All I told her was that I was pregnant. She hadn’t even allowed me landed before reacting like this. I smiled, but the smile didn’t reach my eyes. I mean, I was happy I was pregnant, that way, I didn’t owe my father anything, or have the need to look for my mother, but still, a lot was going on for me to be fully happy. There was Erin who claimed my husband was her mate, and then, there was Clarissa who had brought my husband a child, a daughter, claiming she was his daughter and that meant they would be in our lives forever. What was there to be happy about then? I had nothing against the daughter though, but that bitch Clarissa? Not so much. “I need to come see you then. I’ve been so busy lately, and taken more shifts, that’s why I couldn’t come see you.” She said. “It’s fine, Kenny. I just hope you’re not stressing all that much.” I said. I wanted to tell her so bad th

Blake’s PovI wasnt comfortable here at all, whatever this party was about, but it had nothing to do with the fact that I was the only human here, it was more because I didn't like coming to a party when Nabi was home sick, and I wasn't even allowed to see him. I stood there beside the trays, the air thick with the warmth of the food and the low hum of conversation. One long table groaned under the weight of roasted venison, its skin lacquered to a deep bronze, glistening under the soft lights. Next to it sat cast-iron skillets of garlic butter potatoes, their edges crisp and golden, scattered with sprigs of rosemary. Baskets of cornbread; some plain, some speckled with jalapeños, were stacked high, the golden squares oozing honey where it had dripped between them. Further down, whole trout lay on cedar planks, their skin charred in places, flaking apart at the lightest touch. Bowls of jewel-toned berry preserves gleamed beside tiered stands of apple pies dusted with cinnamon so fi