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.

there. I can't wait to get out

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

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

your mate is here?"

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

much as I did, but he was bound by

me to do? A girl can only take so much, especially when no one stands up for her.” I slipped my headphones from my nightstand and secured them around my neck my precious little escape from

you," Logan said, hurt evident

I assured him, "But you know you can

that," he growled, his fists clenching

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

joke. "That's not the

need to go run." I hesitated, debating whether to double up on sports bras. My

bounced into my room, already changed into her running gear.

nodded smilingly. "See you

in

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

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

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

"Sounds a bit hard."

started jogging, I felt the familiar weight in my legs and the tension in my shoulders. But with each stride, the burden lightened. I increased my pace,

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

we reached the town, stopping at our usual lamppost-our unofficial finish line.

wheezed, her voice

and grinned at her. “You've been having too many desserts lately. Next time I call you for a run, don't

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