All Chapters of My Step Daddy’s Holimate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

WRENRonan is kissing me and it's not a gentle kiss. It's a claiming. His mouth is demanding on mine, his tongue sweeping in to possess me and a fire I thought had been extinguished roars back to life hotter and more insistent than before. Every cell in my body awakens screaming for more of him more of this impossible, perfect connection.He rolls me his body a heavy, welcome weight pinning me to the bed. His eyes usually so controlled are burning with a wild light. "I want you again" he growls, the words vibrating against my lips. "I want to claim you, to mark you, to make sure everyone knows you're mine."The possessiveness in his voice doesn't scare me because it thrills me to my very core. This is what I've wanted what I've craved without even knowing how to name it. "Then do it" I breathe, my own voice coming out as a husky challenge. "Claim me Ronan. Make me yours."He doesn't need to be told twice. He thrusts into me, one powerful seamless stroke that fills me completely. A

RONANMy fingers were digging into the armrests of this chair hard enough that the wood groaned. I wanted to rip Mason’s throat out with my bare hands. I wanted to reach across this long oak table and show him exactly what happened when you touched what belonged to me. When you even thought about touching what was mine.The younger alpha sat across from me with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Thirty years old and cocky as hell like he knew exactly which buttons to push and was enjoying every second of it.My wolf Fox was losing his mind inside my chest. He is snarling and pacing and demanding .I shift right here in this conference room and tear Mason apart for evem speaking her name.“That’s. Our. mate.” Fox growled. The elders were still talking. Mason’s elder, Richard was going on about trade routes through the northern territories. My own elder, Margaret was nodding along and asking questions about protection agreements. They were discussing numbers and percentages

WRENFive days before we were supposed to leave, Ronan started pulling away more. He still reached for me at night and made me scream his name into the pillows until my voice went hoarse. He took me against every available surface like he couldn’t get enough. But emotionally? He was already gone.I could feel it in the silence thert stretched between us during breakfast. He sit across from me with his coffee, staring out at the ocean as if he was calculating something. “You okay?” I asked on the morning of this new distance.He blinked at me like he’d forgotten I was there. “Fine”I pushed my eggs around on my plate and tried not to feel the ache spreading through my chest.“You’ve been quiet lately.”“Just thinking.”“About what?”His jaw tightened. “Pack business.”Pack business because that’s all that mattered in the end. The pack followed by his responsibilities and then reputation.I set my fork down because I was suddenly not hungry anymore.“Do you want to go for a walk?” I t

WRENThe drive back to the cabin was so suffocating. Ronan’s hands gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him on earth. His knuckles are pale against his brown skin. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the passenger window, watching the dark shapes of palm trees blur past in the headlights. The island was beautiful at night, the kind of place that should feel romantic. It felt like a prison.My throat was tight and swollen with words I couldn’t say and tears I refused to shed. Not in front of him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he’d cut me and how the word wife had jagged itself into my chest and left me hollow.The lump in my throat grew with every mile that passed. I tried to swallow it down and pretend I was fine. I spent the last hour of that party hiding in the gardens wiping tears off my face and reapplying makeup so no one will know I have been crying.The space between us on the car seat felt like miles even tho

WRENThe masquerade party was the social event of the season or so Camille had told me that afternoon while she helped me get ready.She’d shown up at the cabin with a bag full of makeup and styling tools, her eyes bright with excitement that I couldn’t match. But I let her fuss over me anyway, curl my hair and paint my face because pretending to care about a party was easier than thinking about the conversation on the beach. About the way Ronan looked at me when he said he wanted me but couldn’t have me.“Everyone who matters will be there” Camille said securing another pin in my hair. “All the alphas, their families, the council members. It’s the island’s biggest event of the year.”“Sounds crowded.”“It’ll be fun. Trust me.” She stepped back, surveying her work with satisfaction. “And with the masks, you can be anyone you want. That’s the whole point.”Anyone except myself, I thought.The dress Ronan bought me hung in the closet still wrapped in tissue paper. It was deep red silk