All Chapters of My Step Daddy’s Holimate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

WREN’S POVThe letter arrived addressed to both of us which was somehow more unsettling than if it had come to only one. Victor brought it to me himself, his expression unusually careful as he set the cream envelope on the small table between us in his study. I noticed his nostrils flare slightly the moment the letter came within range, something flickering across his face too quick to fully read. Was that posessivenes inside his eyes or something else?“This came for you and Ronan” he said, his voice carrying a strange tightness. “I already sent word to have him join us.”“What’s wrong?” I asked, watching him more closely now.“Nothing.” He said it too fast, his jaw working slightly. “The letter simply carries an unusual scent. That’s all.”I didn’t push though something about his sudden stiffness made me file the reaction away for later. Like someone trying to suppress a bond. Ronan arrived within minutes, glancing between Victor’s carefully controlled expression and the envelope w

WREN’S POVI started allowing supervised visits twice a week, careful hour long windows where Ronan could sit with Violet under my direct watch. I never left alone with her or given more than exactly what I’d decided he’d earned so far. He never pushed for more.That alone had done more to soften my guard than anything else these past weeks. He simply arrived on schedule, sat wherever I indicated and gave Violet his complete, undivided attention for the full hour without once glancing toward me with any expectation beyond what I’d already offered.Today he sat on the nursery floor, his large frame folded awkwardly to accommodate the low height of the space. A soft rattle in his hand that he shook gently while Violet watched with the intense, unfocused concentration of a two-month-old encountering something fascinating for the first time.“You’re getting better at that,” I said from my chair near the window, watching him.“At rattles?” A small, surprised smile crossed his face. “High p

WREN’S POVI asked him to stay after the visit ended. He looked startled by the request, glancing toward the door like he expected me to change my mind before he’d even fully processed it. You want me to stay?” He tilted his head, his skin has tanned some more. “I want to try something.” I gestured toward the chair across from mine, my heart already pounding with the weight of what I was about to attempt. “Sit. Please.”He sat, careful and perplexed watching me with an expression that mixed hope with genuine confusion.“Victor’s told you about what I can do now. The ability and what it means.” I started toying with my fingers. “He mentioned something. I didn’t fully understand the specifics.”“I sense the gap” I said quietly, “between what someone says and what their wolf actually feels underneath it. Truth and performance and whether they align or not.” I held his gaze gathering the courage for what I was about to ask. “I want to use it on you. Fully this time. Not by accident, th

WREN’S POVVictor insisted on hosting it himself which surprised absolutely everyone except me.“You’re my niece” he’d said simply, when I hesitated over whether Black Diamond territory was even appropriate for something like this. “You’ll be claimed properly, in front of witnesses who actually matter, in a place that’s protected you when no one else did. I won’t have it any other way.”That settled it. Two packs, technically neutral toward each other for years are now standing together on Black Diamond soil for a ceremony that meant more than the desperate public claiming Ronan made months ago in a hall full of wolves who haven’t understood what they were witnessing.This time, everyone understood exactly what they were witnessing. The former Weirdo of the pack is standing as the Luna of the pack. Two decades younger than the alpha with a baby they named after his ex-wife who happens to be her mother. Oh God. We have the weirdest story in the history of werewolf. I’m sure we are go

WREN’S POVThe celebration was still going strong behind us, music and laughter drifting across Black Diamond’s grounds but Ronan had pulled me quietly toward the treeline sometime after midnight, his hand warm around mine, something purposeful in his expression that made curiosity outweigh my exhaustion.“Where are we going?” I asked, my emerald dress still trailing slightly against the grass. “Somewhere private,” he said, glancing back at me with that particular gold-eyed intensity that still made my breath catch even after everything we’d survived to reach this exact night. “I want to show you something.”We walked until the celebration faded into distant murmur, until the trees opened into a small moonlit clearing that felt private in the particular way only deep woods managed, soft grass and silver light filtering down through the canopy above.“I’ve been thinking,” he said turning to face me fully, “about something I haven’t gotten to do yet. Something that matters to me more t