All Chapters of My Step Daddy’s Holimate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ronan’s POV I stood outside the cabin, leaning against the wall and staring out at the restless ocean. The wind carried the salty tang of the waves, and the crashing sounds filled the silence that hung around me. But nothing, none of it could drown out the chaos in my mind. Inside that cabin was my mate. My mate. The Moon Goddess must have been laughing when she paired me with Wren. After rejecting her, pushing her away, thinking I could live without her... Now, the pull between us was unbearable. She was in there, wearing the ridiculous little outfit I’d picked for her waiting for me. And yet, here I was standing in the cold, trying to get a hold of myself. I ran a hand through my hair, clenching my jaw as the memory of her crawling toward me replayed in my mind. Those wide, innocent eyes looking up at me. The way she obeyed without question. The way her body seemed made for mine, as if every curve, every breath, was designed to drive me insane. My wolf was restless

WREN’S POV The ache in my body was the first thing I noticed as I stirred awake. It wasn’t the kind of ache that made me groan in annoyance. It was the kind that made my entire body tingle with delicious reminders of what had transpired. Every muscle felt tender and as I stretched beneath the soft sheets, I winced slightly. I feel like a pervert. Ronan had devoured me last night, utterly and completely, in ways I never imagined an aloof Alpha like him capable of. The man who carried himself with such cold detachment had been anything but in bed. He was wild, relentless and terrifyingly skilled. My lips curved into a small wicked smile as the memories rushed back, warming my cheeks. Twice. Twice he’d taken me lat night, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d come undone beneath him. Five? Six? More? It didn’t matter cause what mattered was the overwhelming bliss that had consumed me. Every touch, every command, every sound of his voice had pushed me to the edge and then sh

RONAN’S POV The air was thick with salt and the heady warmth of the tropics as I stepped into the cabin that night. The low hum of waves crashing in the distance seeped through the walls, mingling with the faint trace of her scent lingering in every corner of the cabin. It was maddening. I paused at the threshold of her bedroom, my hand still on the doorknob. The faint rustle of fabric reached my ears, and my wolf stirred immediately, restless and impatient. I had avoided her most of the day, ensuring that this arrangement remained as detached as I needed it to be. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But the pull of her, the irresistible magnetism of my mate was wearing down my restraint. When I finally opened the door, my eyes locked onto her. The emotions I feel were almost too much to explain. She stood by the small mirror on the far side of the room, adjusting the straps of an emerald-green dress. The silky fabric clung to her like it had been designed with

WREN’S POV Ronan stood from the bed, his movements smooth and commanding, even after leaving me in a trembling, boneless heap. My body still hummed with the aftermath of his touch, every nerve alight. I stared at him through hooded eyes, my breathing unsteady as he adjusted his cock with deliberate ease, his broad back to me as he buckled his belt. The frown that crept onto my face was unbidden. That was it? No more? My gaze dropped to the obvious bulge straining against his pants. Surely he wasn’t going to leave things unfinished. I expected him to at least demand more to take my mouth or my body entirely but instead, he strode toward the bathroom without so much as a backward glance. What does this mean? He won’t fuck me? He won’t make me blow him? Is that it for the night or what? The questions rolled in my head as I watched his retreating figure in wonder and bemusement. Confused and still aching for more, I forced myself to sit up, my legs wobbly as I followed him.

WREN’S POV I read the message written on a card inside the box with a small smile on my face that turned into a girly giggle. I couldn’t even move clearly without reading it again and again in my head. “Put this on and present yourself to me.” This outfit fits me like a second skin. The fabric molds to my curves in a way that makes me feel powerful, sensual, and undeniably alive. It’s sheer enough to make me blush but bold enough to awaken something primal. I don’t feel like lounging. I want to PROWL. Ronan did this on purpose as he always does. Every move of his is calculated, a game he plays to remind me of my place while at the same time showing me how attractive he finds me. This is a reminder of his control. But I can’t deny the thrill it sends through me. I glance at myself in the mirror and decide it’s not enough. Something’s missing. I rummage through my discarded purse, pulling out my eyeliner. With a few practiced strokes, I perfect a sharp, feline look that w