Semua Bab The Bridge To The Alpha’s Human Mate: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Blake’s Pov“Touch her again,” I heard Ridge say, his voice like gravel sliding over stone. It was low enough that it didn’t carry far, but sharp enough to cut the air clean through, “and you’ll spend the rest of the day trying to remember how to use your damn hands.” I wasn't sure how to describe this man's voice as originally as possible, but maybe if you knew Rio from the series Good Girls, you would understand what I meant. His voice had a deep, mellow tone that stayed calm and even, rarely rising; even in tense situations, like this one, when he just said something that sounded like a warning and a promise at the same time, with a calculative confidence.Peach froze, her eyes wide now, her mouth working like she wanted to say something, argue, maybe, but couldn’t find the words.Ridge didn’t squeeze her wrist, no. He didn’t yank it, or even raise his voice.He didn’t have to. His presence filled the aisle, turned it into something smaller, tighter, hotter.I could feel it thrum

Ridge’s PovThe sky had already turned that gunmetal shade of gray by the time I turned into the long, curved driveway leading up to the pack house. Thunder rolled low in the distance, like the earth itself was grumbling about the night ahead; and honestly, I felt the same way.I had left Blake’s place not long after Kenny got home, because I didn't want to leave her alone. I knew I also had to give her space but she was not straying far from my thoughts, but thankfully, I still managed to make it back just in time for the meeting I had called. Because nothing says whack leadership like being the one who schedules a meeting and then showing up late to it.I swung out of the car and slammed the door just as another rumble echoed through the sky. The air was heavy, humid with the promise of rain, and I knew before I even stepped onto the stone path that I wasn’t making it back to my own place tonight, which wasn’t exactly unusual.See, unlike most packs where everyone huddles together l

Blake’s PovI woke up to the sound of the honks of cars nearby, competing against arguing voices drifting from somewhere near, like it was from inside our apartment, but I couldn't be so sure. My eyes blinked open, and then I sat up, looking around as if my brain was waiting to boot. I pushed up on my feet and stood up, walking out of my room towards the living room, the voices now very loud, and I was sure it was from our apartment. Frowning as I got closer to the noise, I started to hear clearly what the screaming was all about. “If you can't pay the rent, then you both should get the hell out of my house.” “Your father’s house you mean?” I heard Kenny asked. The man laughed. “It's my house now, silly. I'm sure you've heard my father died.” he said. My frown deepened, and I walked to the living room to see who it was Kenny was screaming at. “He died this morning, something we just heard, and you're already here to collect rent. Our rent isn't due until next month.” Kenny sai

Ridge’s PovHesitation was all I could see on her face and in her countenance. I could tell she was thinking about it, and not sure what answer to give. I could understand that, because of all those things she had gone through. It wasn't easy, I knew that, but I needed her to know why this was important to both of us. When she finally started to talk, I decided to explain things to her. “Wait, before you give your response, I need to explain to you what this means for the both of us. Maybe that would help you in making a decision.” I could see the relief on her face at that. “Oh, well. Okay. Let's hear it.” she said.Her shoulders eased a little I could tell she was overwhelmed; hell, anyone would be, but Blake wasn’t just anyone. She carried her whole past like armor, like a constant reminder of what she thought people expected of her. I had to show her this wasn’t another burden because I knew somewhere in that head of hers, she was thinking like that. I needed to let her know t

Blake’s PovI blinked up at the mountain of a man towering over me, one hand bracing on his knee, and the other reaching toward mine like he didn’t know what to do with it. He was huge… almost as massive as Ridge, and carried the same sort of quiet strength that made you rethink every decision you had ever made before opening your mouth. I was already ready to ask him if he wasn't sensible enough to know not to do what he had done, but seeing his size, I didn't even bother opening my mouth. But I didn’t furrow my brow because of his size, or the aura of power radiating off him. No, it was his face, I knew that face but I just couldn't place where I knew it from. The sharp jawline, the neatly trimmed beard, the piercing grey eyes. It took a second, but then it clicked. He had been at the diner, that was where I had known him from. I remembered that the first day Ridge walked in, he was one of the two guys who came with him. It wasn't as if Ridge had introduced them, that day he had