All Chapters of My Step Daddy’s Holimate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RONAN’S POV I stormed out of the ballroom with my pulse pounding in my ears and my breath coming in ragged and uneven bursts. The tension in my body coiled so tightly it felt like I was seconds away from detonating. Every muscle was strung tight, my jaw aching from how hard I was clenching my teeth. I needed to get out of there before I did something reckless or more like before I destroyed Mason for that smug little display and ruined everything I had spent years trying to build. One mistake. That was all it would take. One second of losing control and the alliance I had fought tooth and nail for, the one that could change everything for my pack, would crumble before it even had a chance to begin. I had to think of them. I had to even as my hands curled into fists, my skin still burning from the sight of Mason’s lips brushing against Wren’s knuckles, from the way he had looked at me, knowing exactly how close I was to snapping. I never liked mind games but I hate this o

WREN’S POV I didn’t care about the questions waiting for us back in that ballroom. The whispers and the looks and the silent accusations hanging in the air like smoke. None of it mattered. Not after the way Ronan took me in that elevator. Not after the way he stripped me down to nothing but raw need and made me his. Like he couldn’t wait another second before ravishing me whole. The way he had stared at me before we entered that elevator is engraved in my head forever. There was raw unadulterated need in his eyes and other emotions I couldn’t place but their intensity made me weak in the knees. Now, curled up against him in the back of the car and my body was still thrumming with the aftermath. His scent clung to my skin and his taste lingered on my lips. My wolf, Ashley purred in my head, stretching lazily like a cat that had just been fed a feast. Satisfied, the little wanton wolf. I bit back a laugh at my own thoughts burying my face against Ronan’s chest. He hadn’t

WREN’S POV Whatever political games Ronan and Mason were playing, I refused to be the pawn trapped between them. The weight of it all starting the possessiveness, the power struggles down to the the raw and unspoken claims, pressed against my chest in a suffocating way. I needed space. Air. Something that wasn’t them. I walked away without looking back. The cold breeze hit my skin as I made my way through the thick line of trees leading to my cabin, the sound of crunching leaves beneath my boots grounding me. My mind replayed everything that had happened since last night with each moment twisting like a knife in my gut. The way Ronan had taken me in that elevator and the way Mason had looked at me, like he knew something I didn’t. And now here I was, distancing myself from both of them before I lost whatever grip I had left on reality. By the time I reached the cabin, my pulse had steadied though my thoughts still ran wild. I pushed the door open and exhaled as the famil

WREN’S POV The wind tore through my hair as Ronan ran with his massive form weaving effortlessly through the thick trees, his muscles coiling and stretching beneath me. I clung to him more while gripping his fur tightly with my pulse racing and pulsibv in my ear with something I couldn’t name which was part panic and part exhilaration. I shouldn’t find this an adventure but my wild wolf inside is literally jumping at the gush of wind and the feel of our powerful mate. A much older male that has experience coiling all around him. There is something about him being my mate that makes my organs smiley. "Ronan! Put me down now” I shouted again, my voice barely carrying over the rush of the wind. The forest doesn’t want to end at all and since i never had wolf, I don’t venture far here. But Ronan didn’t listen neither did he slow down. It wasn’t until we reached a small clearing that was secluded anx bathed in silver moonlight that he finally stopped. With one powerful motion

WREN. The sun was high when I decided to leave the cabin. The air was warm and sticky and for once I wanted nothing more than to feel the sea against my skin. I told Ronan I was going for a swim nothing more than that. He didn’t argue and he just gave me one of those long looks that always makes me feel like he is seeing too much.I didn’t wait for him to change his mind or follow me. I needed a moment of peace away from his shadow, away from the constant heat of his eyes and his hands that always knew how to ruin my resolve. So I left.The beach was empty when I arrived and the sand hot beneath my bare feet all soft and clinging between my toes. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. I pulled off the light cover I had wrapped around myself leaving only the bikini I had slipped into earlier and stepped into the water. It was cold at first biting against my skin but then it turned pleasant, a welcome relief from the heat of