Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Xena's POV

Martha's eyes widened in shock before narrowing again. "Logan!" she hissed.

I could see Dad's jaw tighten. "X," he said, turning to me. "Did you complete your chores?"

"Yes, sir. I did them this morning before school." My voice rose unconsciously.

Martha said coldly, "She's lying."

"No, I'm not!" I yelled back. "See?" I pulled out my phone, opened my email, and showed him the time-stamped pictures I'd taken of each completed task. "All done at 6:30 AM, before school."

"Looks like she did it." Dad nodded slightly. "What are you doing this evening?"

"Ama and I are going to run to the pizza place in town and have dinner there," I answered in a cold voice, unsatisfied with how he was handling this.

"Alright, have fun and remember not to be too late," he said flatly.

"By the way, Dad," I added, "the son of Alpha Benedict from the Boneash Pack is coming by the shop tomorrow at five for a custom job on his motorcycle. His name is Ryder."

Dad's eyebrows rose slightly and turned to leave. "I'll stop by to meet him."

Martha clearly wasn't happy about being cut out of the conversation. She followed Dad back inside, already launching into complaints about how I needed to be disciplined.

Logan lingered behind with Samuel and Leonard. "What did you do to piss her off this time?" he asked once Martha was out of earshot.

already waiting there. I can't wait to get out of this hellhole. As soon as we turn eighteen,

following me inside. "Running away isn't the answer,

Log?" I countered. "Dad said you can't take over until you're twenty-five, not a day sooner. I'm not waiting around for seven more

your mate

my reflection in the mirror. Not bad. "Well, I hope he likes to travel, because I'm planning to see the world for

he hated this situation as much as I did, but he was bound by his sense of duty to the

tone. "I know you don't like it, but what do you expect me to do? A girl can only take so much, especially when

stand up for you," Logan said, hurt evident in his

I assured him, "But you know you can only do so much. You can't

hate that," he growled, his

a hair

joke. "That's not the same

but I don't have any options. I need to go run." I hesitated, debating

into my room, already changed

nodded smilingly. "See

you at the pizza place in

and I headed out, passing by Dad's office. Even through the closed door, I could still hear Martha's shrill voice complaining about me. I quickened my pace, eager to put as much distance between myself and her as

want to take?" Ama asked as we stretched at the end of the

the Center today. We can take the long way to the pizza place." The Center was the neutral town

"Sounds a bit hard."

stride, the burden lightened. I increased my pace, Ama keeping up beside me. I slipped my headphones over my ears, letting the music drown out everything

away until there was nothing but the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground, the burn in my lungs, and the beat of the music.

town, stopping at our usual lamppost-our unofficial finish line. We both hunched over, gasping for breath.

wheezed, her voice raspy.

dramatically as Ama. I took a sip from my water bottle and grinned at her. “You've been having too many desserts lately. Next time I call you for a

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