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.

house. "We literally just pulled up and she was already waiting there. I can't wait to

following me inside. "Running

going to change, Log?" I countered. "Dad said you can't take over until you're twenty-five, not a day sooner. I'm not

if your mate is

Not bad. "Well, I hope he likes to travel,

I

do you expect me to do? A girl can only take so much, especially when no one stands up for her.” I slipped my

up for you," Logan said, hurt

know, and I love you for it," I assured him, "But you know you can only do so much. You can't always be there to stop

hate that," he growled, his fists clenching

to lighten the mood. "It's fine. You hit me harder when we spar anyway." I grabbed a hair tie from the table

smile at my joke. "That's not the same thing, and

any options. I need to go run." I hesitated, debating whether to double up on sports bras. My "watermelons" had a tendency to bounce

into my room, already changed into

nodded smilingly.

the pizza place in

closed door, I could still hear Martha's shrill voice complaining about me. I quickened my pace, eager to put as much

asked as we stretched

pizza place." The Center was the

"Sounds a bit hard."

felt the familiar weight in my legs and the tension in my shoulders. But with each stride, the burden lightened. I increased my pace, Ama keeping up beside me. I slipped my headphones over my

until there was nothing but the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground, the burn in my lungs, and the beat of the music. Each step carried away my worries and anxieties, dissolving them

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

her voice raspy.

but not quite as dramatically as Ama. I took a sip from my water bottle and grinned at her. “You've been

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