All Chapters of The Bridge To The Alpha’s Human Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Blake’s PovForty-five minutes felt like forty-five years while I waited for the time to get here. I couldn’t sit still at all as I was restless, thinking about what to do and what to say when my mother arrived. I had perched on the edge of the bed, then stood up for a while, only to sit back down again. My legs wouldn’t stop moving, and every time I tried to steady my hands, they betrayed me; my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my shirt, twisting in my hair, tapping against my thigh like a drumbeat I couldn’t shut off. I was really nervous, really nervous, and this was why Ridge had told me I didn't have to do this. I did understand his point of view, but I hoped that he understood mine as well. My eyes kept darting to the mirror across the room. I didn’t even know why. Maybe because I couldn’t stop wondering what she looked like now. Would she still look like the woman I remembered? That perfectly pressed hair, that polished smile, lipstick always in place? Or would she look o

Ridge’s Pov“Brother? What do you mean, brother?” I heard Blake asked and I knew right then she had no idea she had a brother. Well, I didn't as well, and I guess she had probably remarried and gave birth to another child while she had left Blake here with her psycho father. That must be why I couldn't find her, because she had obviously changed her last name. This wasn't good though, because admitting all that meant admitting she had left one child only to stay with another she gave birth too. Goodness, I hated that I had to witness this, that Blake had to hear her own mother not once ask for forgiveness, and instead, admit she was here to get money off her because her other child needed it. Maybe it wasn't a big deal, maybe it wasn't even something to think over, but not when the woman in this case was this shameless. Damn it. Blake’s face was all washed out white, sheen, like paper, and she was staring at her mother with her mouth dropped open. Blake’s lips moved like sh

Ridge’s Pov Roman covered his hand with his mouth, and he looked from the hacker’s computer at me. We had called Joe in when we started to investigate the number that called Blake, and he had been working tirelessly to break through the encryption. “Alpha Ridge,” Roman muttered, lowering his hand. “This isn’t just some random burner. Whoever’s behind this… they knew what they were doing. The call was rerouted through three different countries before it landed here.” Joe leaned back from the keyboard, rubbing his temples. “But I got a trace, partial. The signal finally anchored to a device in Charleston. Disposable, but active less than forty-eight hours ago.” My jaw clenched. “Charleston’s too damn close.” Roman gave a sharp nod, his tone grim. “Yeah. And if they’re watching Blake like it looks… then they know exactly where to hit.” “That's not even the maddest part. I have an informant at Charleston and they were telling me that some men were gathering mercenaries and stuff fo

Blake’s PovAfter the back and forth between Ridge and I, I gave up and went to the pack house, but Julia went with me, which I was grateful for. Mostly, I stayed in Ridge’s chamber, but in another room with Julia and not with Ridge. I was still very much angry with him, and I didn't want to talk about it with him, so I gave him the silent treatment instead. Right now though, I was in the sitting area of the chamber, watching the television, waiting for Julia. She had gone down to the main kitchen to fetch some fresh fruit that were delivered to the pack house this morning. The silence in Ridge’s chambers pressed in on me, broken only by the chatter of the television I wasn’t even paying attention to. My arms were folded tight, legs tucked under me on the couch, stewing in that mix of resentment and exhaustion. I hated that I had given in, hated even more that I was here without Ridge, still refusing to speak to him. At least Julia was with me. If it weren’t for her, I probably

Unknown Pov’s Lining them up, I asked one of my men to remove the clothes that was above their heads. They were still in their filthy orange uniform, the stink of the place they had just escaped all over them. They would get to the base soon, and they would change out of the filthy clothes, fed, before they were introduced to the life they would live from now on. I was building an army for a war that would start soon, and they wouldn't see me coming. “Get off the clothes.” I instructed one of my men, and he nodded before moving forward to do as told. “Who are you?” one of the men asked me, looking around with his eyes squinted because of the lights around. I didn't blame him, the black clothes had been over his head since last night when we took them from the transport van. But, what I didn't appreciate was his voice. I knew he was also curious as to who I was and why I had rescued them out of their miserable life, but he should be thanking me first, then questions later.