Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Bridge To The Alpha’s Human Mate: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Ridge’s Pov“What the hell do you think you're doing, Erin?” I asked her again when she said nothing but kept her hand on my shoulder, and I pushed back from her, my face scrunched up. I could feel my wolf stir, ready to attack, but I pushed him down mentally. Not now, boy. I didn't want him coming out hot headed to fight something I could handle. “Sorry, Ridge… I mean, Alpha Ridge. I was only trying to talk to you.” she said, shrugging like it was nothing. Well, I knew it wasn't nothing, but I calmed down and squinted my eyes at her. “You had to put your hands on me to do that?” I asked. Erin gave me a small laugh, breathy and fake. “Oh, come on. Don’t be so tense like I'm doing something wrong. It was just a touch.” I took a step back, jaw tight. “That’s not how you just talk to someone, and you know it.” She pouted, actually pouted, like we were in some sort of high school drama. “You used to be a lot more fun back then when I met you, you know that?” I raised a brow. “N

Blake’s PovMy throat was so painful, and I really didn't want to believe what was right there in front of me, but could you blame me if I did? Look at how closely together they were standing, and even though I couldn't see Ridge’s face, it still didn't mean I couldn't tell it might be that of… I shook my head, trying not to think about it. “Ridge?” I called, as if trying to make sure it was really him, trying to make sense of it if it was. He stiffened, I could see him tensed in his shoulders, then he turned slowly towards me, and it killed me, because the expression on his face seemed like he was guilty of something. “Oh God!” I mumbled to myself, just as he called my name. “I… sorry,” I said, swallowing hard. I wasn't even sure what I was apologizing for until I spoke again. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just… I smelled coffee. I didn’t know anyone else was awake.” My voice sounded too calm, like the calm that always came before the storm. “No. No, Blake. This isn’t wh

Blake’s Pov I stayed away from Ridge for the rest of the day but it was not out of spite. It was because I needed the space, seeing as my heart was still tangled in the images from this morning, and I knew if I spent the day looking at him; if I let myself melt at the way he always tried to fix things with his eyes, I wouldn’t be able to process anything clearly. So instead, I stuck close to Julia and Nina. We stayed in Julia’s sun-filled room, and they gave me a crash course in fashion and personal style. “Don’t let Ridge talk you into wearing boring things,” Julia said, holding up a rich emerald green wrap dress to my frame. “You’re his mate, not his damn assistant. You should look like royalty every time you enter a room.” “Agreed,” Nina added, chewing on the end of a Twizzler. “And if you want to wear jeans and a band tee, do that too. But do it on your terms.” They didn’t bring up Erin, and I was grateful for that. I let them play with my hair, try on heels I couldn’t walk

Ridge’s PovI stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped around my neck, still drying the water from my hair. The shower had been hot; maybe too hot, but it helped dull the edge of everything that had been burning under my skin since the moment Blake walked away from me earlier. That woman was going to be the death of me. I had actually walked away from her now that I thought of it, but still… you get the gist. She was stubborn, and I knew that from the start, but even if I didn't, there was nowhere to push her now. The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of wind brushing against the curtains. I rubbed the towel over my hair once more, then glanced up, and stopped completely. Blake was on the balcony, framed by moonlight like something out of a dream, and I had to pinch myself to be sure it was reality. The shirt she wore barely reached the tops of her thighs, and the soft breeze teased it just enough to stir it against her skin. Her hair was down, loose and wild, the w

Blake’s Pov Ridge’s eyes were heated as he reached for me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you naked in my bed. Each night with you has been torture, baby.” He said as he undid my bra and inhaled sharply as it fell away. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve replayed the first kiss we shared? And that day you stood half naked in the store changing room? It took all of me not to touch you then.” For a moment, embarrassment rushed through me, but he took it away with a single kiss. “I want you naked too,” I told him. His lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “Yeah?” he murmured, voice low and thick. “Then take me.” My breath caught. The challenge in his eyes sent a thrill down my spine, but underneath it was something deeper… reverence. As if he was offering himself to me, not just his body, but everything; his heart, soul, and his trust. I reached for him, fingers trembling slightly as I slid them down his chest. Every line of muscle was tense beneath my touch, and yet