All Chapters of My Step Daddy’s Holimate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

WREN’S POV I woke up to a loud bang on the door, someone trying to bring it down. I groaned, wanting to go back to sleep, then realized my hands were inside my pants, and I was having a very wet dream. I scrambled from the bed with wide eyes, staring around. I was back at the pack, and the usual routine must be continued. The sun was already out. SHIT! I’m doomed before the day even begins. Making my way to the door, I opened it to see Piper on the other side, holding a large jug in her hand. Before I could react, she poured it all over me. The water was freezing, biting into my skin. She was seething, her face red with anger and hatred. She looked terrifying, like her wolf was about to break free. “Who gave you the fucking right to lock the door? Do you think this is your house?” she screamed, her voice hoarse but sharp. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry” I stammered, shivering as the water seeped through my shirt to my skin. “Fuck your apology!” She sneered, throwing

WREN’S POV We arrived at the island right before the sun set. The sky was so beautiful in deep purple and orange. I sighed and stretched while Alpha Ronan talked to the driver then collected keys from him. We were staying at a cabin close to what looks like a private beach. The cabin was simple but cozy. There was a little living room with a comfy couch and a small fireplace. The kitchen was off to the side with just enough space to cook without bumping into anything. Down a short hall were two bedrooms. One was bigger, with a bed that looked way too soft and a balcony you could step out onto to see the ocean. The second was smaller but still nice. It felt peaceful, like a place you could really relax in. I hope I get to do so. I fell on the bed closing my eyes with tired muscles trying to get some rest but a knock on the door startled me up. I made my way to the door and opened it. Alpha Ronan stood at the other side looking as masculine as ever in sweats. “Take th

WREN’S POV I groaned softly as I swung my legs off the bed, every muscle in my body protesting the movement. The soreness between my thighs was a sharp reminder of last night and I winced as I stood, clutching the edge of the mattress for support. My legs felt weak, like jelly and my mind spun with everything that had happened. How did it even come to this? How did I end up here, tangled in something so forbidden and so wrong yet so intoxicating? The cool morning air brushed against my bare skin and I grabbed the nearest robe hanging by the door, pulling it tightly around me. My mind was a mess swirling with guilt, confusion and something else I didn’t dare name. The man I’d been in the bed few hours ago with wasn’t just any man. He was Alpha Ronan. My Alpha. My mother’s husband. And my mate. He used to be my father’s best friend. A bitter laugh bubbled in my chest but I swallowed it back down. The Moon Goddess really had a twisted sense of humor. Why would she do this

WREN’S POV The hoodie hung loose on my frame, the fabric soft and worn from years of overuse. It was one of the only few I owned, the last bit of comfort I’d clung to through all the chaos of my life. The scent of old laundry detergent still clung faintly to it, grounding me as I slipped out of the room. The chill in the air made me shiver, a reminder that my mother had underestimated the island’s winter. She’d assumed it would be all sunshine and warmth not biting cold and the potential for snow. Of course, she hadn’t known much else about this trip. Hell, I hadn’t either. I wrapped my arms around myself, the hoodie doing little to stave off the cold. How was I supposed to tell Alpha Ronan that I didn’t have many clothes with me? Worse, that I didn’t even own many back home? The thought of it made my cheeks burn. What would he think? Would he sneer at my threadbare wardrobe? If we got invited to another party and I didn’t have a dress… I bit my lip, th

WREN’S POV Alpha Ronan’s fingers slid from my jaw, trailing down the column of my throat like a whisper, his touch igniting sparks beneath my skin. My pulse raced wildly and I swore he could feel it, the way his thumb brushed over the base of my neck, lingering just above his mark. “Look at you” he murmured, his voice low and thick, the kind of tone that made your knees weak and your mind blank. “I barely touched you, and you’re already trembling for me” I bit my lip, trying to steady my breathing, but it was impossible with him so close. He tilted his head, his stormy eyes locked on mine the corner of his mouth twitching in depravit. He knows what he is doing to me and he is enjoying himself for bringing out the worst in me. Fu k I’m glad he was my mate. “Tell me” he said softly, his hand moving to my shoulder, his fingers hooking under the delicate strap of the lingerie. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to look this good? To crawl to me like th