All Chapters of My Step Daddy’s Holimate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

WREN’S POVThe article dropped on a Tuesday. I was feeding Violet in the nursery, half scrolling on autopilot the way I always did during her feeds when Nia’s name lit up my phone with a text that made my whole body go cold.Nia 💉: girl have you seen this?? isn’t this your old pack??A link followed. I clicked it before I’d even fully processed the warning bells going off in my chest. The headline hit first.Alpha Ronan Darknight Publicly Claims Late Wife’s Daughter As Fated Mate — Pack Fractures Over ScandalMy stomach dropped straight through the floor. Not even postpartum could make me feel what I do right now.I scrolled, my thumb moving on autopilot while my brain scrambled to catch up. Some pack gossip account with nearly forty thousand followers had gotten hold of the story, screenshots of testimonies from wolves who’d apparently been in that hall. There are evem photos pulled from old Darknight event albums.There I was. Tagged in old photos from years back before the island

RONAN’S POVBlack Diamond’s border patrol found me before I’d covered even a mile into their territory. Six warriors moving with the discipline of a pack that took security seriously. They form a loose perimeter around me without a single wasted movement. I raised both hands slowly showing I carried no weapons though I doubted that alone would earn me much goodwill given whatever reputation had preceded me.“State your business” the lead warrior said, his stance wide and ready.“Ronan Darknight” I started in my alpha voice. “Alpha of Darknight Pack. I need to speak with Alpha Victor Silvermoon.”The warrior’s expression shifted to recognition and wariness combining into something harder.“Wait here.”They didn’t relax their formation while we waited. I stood in the middle of dense forest, surrounded by wolves who clearly considered me a threat worth taking seriously and forced myself to remain patient despite every instinct screaming to push forward toward whatever answers waited bey

RONAN’S POVI waited three days at Victor’s border before word finally came that Wren would see me. 3 days of pacing and sleeping in a tent his warriors had grudgingly allowed and rehearsing words that all sounded hollow the moment I tried them out loud to no one.Nolan drove me to the pack house himself, silent beside me the entire way understanding better than most what these final minutes actually cost. I barely registered the grounds we passed through, warriors watching with open curiosity, the pack house itself rising dark and imposing ahead of us.Victor met me at the entrance his expression unreadable as always.“She’s in the west sitting room” he said. “You’ll knock. You’ll wait for her to invite you in. And whatever happens inside that room stays entirely her decision, not yours.”“Understood.”He studied me a moment longer almost like reluctant approval settling into his expression before he turned and led me down a long corridor toward a set of doors that suddenly felt like

WREN’S POVVictor gave him a small cottage at the edge of the training grounds far enough from the main pack house that it couldn’t be mistaken for anything but exactly what it was. A holding pattern. A place for a man waiting to be let back into a life he’d forfeited the easy right to.I watched him settle into it from a careful distance, the way you watched the weather system you weren’t sure yet whether to trust. He didn’t demand anything.That surprised me more than I wanted to admit. I’d braced myself for pressure, for an alpha unused to being told no finding subtle ways to push past boundaries I’d drawn clearly. Instead he simply existed at the edges of my new life.He trained with Victor’s warriors in the mornings, I learned from Camille who seemed to find the entire situation both fascinating and slightly hilarious.“He got knocked flat by one of the newer recruits yesterday” she reported over lunch, barely hiding her amusement. “Some twenty-year-old kid who’s clearly been wai

WREN’S POVVictor started training me slowly, careful about it in a way that reminded me he’d clearly thought this through long before he ever explained it to me directly.“Start small” he said, the two of us standing in his study three days after our first conversation. “Someone you already know well. See if you can feel the difference between what they’re saying and what’s underneath it without pushing too hard.”Camille volunteered without hesitation, settling into the chair across from me with the particular enthusiasm she brought to most things.“Ask me something. Anything. I’ll try to lie a little so you have something to actually sense.”“That feels unnecessarily complicated.”“It’s science, Wren. Ask me something.”I studied her for a moment trying to focus the way Victor had instructed, less like actively searching and more like simply listening to a frequency I’d been ignoring my entire life.“Are you happy here?” I asked.“Absolutely,” Camille said, her voice bright and con