Semua Bab The Bridge To The Alpha’s Human Mate: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Ridge’s Pov “Good morning, Ridge.” I heard behind me and I turned to see Blake standing there at the door of the study. “Hey,” I greeted, turning back from the French windows to her. I walked to the edge of my desk and sat on it. “How was your night? Good?” I asked and she nodded. “Yeah, it's fine. Nabi said you're in here.” she said. I nodded, folding my arms across my chest. She did look well rested, and I was glad it was an upgrade to her looking like she was dead on her feet last night. “I told her to tell you that when you come down. I want us to have breakfast together.” I told her. She smiled. “Okay. But I want to talk to you about something first.” she said. That got the smile on my face to slip and I furrowed my brows. “Hmm. What's that?” I asked, then before she could talk, I raised my hand to stop her, then I gestured for her to come sit. She pushed off the wall and walked into the room properly. She took her seat, and I looked down at her. “I’m sorry, but I

Ridge’s PovIt was time for dinner and the table had been set beautifully, with two tall white candles in the center, flickering gently as the ocean breeze crept in through the slightly cracked windows. The scent of roasted chicken mixed with something warm and sweet; pear tart, probably. Nabi had gone all out. I had to give her credit, she knew how to create a mood. This was certainly why she was my mother’s housekeeper and cook. She sure knew how to do these things. The lights in the house had been dimmed just enough, and the cutlery gleamed. A soft instrumental playlist played somewhere in the background. And across the table from me sat Blake, in one of those soft cotton dresses she had found in the beach house closet; I had Julia to thank for that one. Her hair was tucked behind her ears and her skin was still faintly flushed from her earlier shower she had taken. She looked… calm, almost happy and part of me wanted to lock that version of her in a glass box so no one could e

Ridge’s Pov I didn’t miss the way she shivered, not one bit, because I could feel it right down to the bones of my fingers pressed against her. Speaking of my fingers, they paused briefly on the next button, and I exhaled through my nose. I knew what that meant; or I thought I did. But with Blake, I couldn’t trust myself to assume anymore. Every little reaction could mean something, or nothing at all. She wasn’t like other women. She wasn’t even like the version of her I thought I knew from afar. She was soft and hard at once. Fragile and tough. And damn if she wasn’t trying to find her footing in all of this, in us. I paused halfway through and looked up, my eyes meeting her again in the mirror. “How far do you want me to unbutton this?” I asked with a forced smile on my face. “All the way,” she murmured. “The fabric is quite delicate, so I don’t want to damage it by trying to undo the buttons myself. Nabi did them this morning.” I gave a nod and tore my gaze away, refocusing

Blake’s Pov“I seriously could get used to this. This is the best scone I have ever had. I'm telling you.” Roman said and I shook my head in laughter, rolling my eyes at how ridiculous he seemed, talking about a baked good. Henry smiled. “Yes, I could too, but you don't see me behaving like I've never eaten before,” he said, teasing him but Roman just snorted at him, and then he continued eating his scone. Dusting my hands on the apron I had around my waist, I looked around the kitchen for my phone, a small frown on my face. “What are you looking for, Luna?” I heard Nabi ask from over the sink, and I looked at her over my shoulder. “My phone, Nabi. I thought I came down with it earlier but it's not here.”“Oh, that. I saw it in the living room a while back. Let me go bring it for you.” she said. Shaking my head, I said. “Oh, not to worry. I'll go take it myself. Thank you. I need to snap this and add it to my online profile.” Nabi paused, and she asked if I was sure, so I nodded

Blake’s POVThe dream started in silence and it wasn't the soft kind, no, not the kind that comes with snowfall or sleepy mornings… but the thick, unnatural kind. The kind that wrapped around everything and pressed against your skin like plastic. The kind that whispered: something is wrong, deep into one’s soul. I was standing in the kitchen of my childhood home, but only I wasn’t me now. I seemed smaller, younger actually, with my bare feet on the cold tile. My hands were trembling and everything in the house looked normal… but it wasn’t. I could tell because this wasn't how the house was when I could remember it. Here, the lights flickered above, and I could hear the old refrigerator in my mother’s kitchen humming in that familiar, rhythmic way I hadn’t heard in years. The scent of bleach and rust drifted up my nose, making things feel even more strange than they already were. Then, like a camera lens snapping into focus, I knew why I was there. I always came here, in the b