Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 27

Xena's

"For the sake of maintaining peace between Logan and the packs, we need to get along. And protecting you is part of the job." His words stung like a slap across my face.

"Protecting? Job?" I challenged, my voice sharp as a blade.

"Yes," Ryder replied, his expression unreadable.

"Protecting me from what, exactly?" I could feel my pulse quickening, anger spreading through my veins like wildfire.

"Any potential threats."

"Like being ambushed in the women's restroom?" I knew it was a low blow, but he'd pissed me off first. My insides churned with indignation and rage, hating the feeling of being treated like some helpless damsel.

His green eyes narrowed. "Yeah."

Thankfully, my last client of the day walked in just then. The guy was human, so we couldn't continue our wolf pack discussion. Ryder left the shop with clear displeasure written across his face, choosing to wait outside.

My final customer was Dorian, freshly eighteen, who wanted a cross with a sunset background painted on his bike to commemorate his sister who'd died in a car accident. The paint job was already done from our previous session; today was for the final polish.

"This should be our last meeting," I smiled at him as he walked his Honda CB650R into the modification area.

"Great," he replied, his voice tinged with poorly disguised excitement.

Because of my work, I had to deal with this human jock who thought he was God's gift to women. I hated the feeling of being forced to be near a man with an inflated ego.

"Are you going to accept my date invitation now?" He ran his fingers through his golden hair, flashing what he clearly thought was a charming bad-boy smile.

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I won't,” I answered coldly, sighing as I prepared myself for what would be a long two hours. I sprayed water on the side cover and fender, also wetting

my surprise, Ryder walked back in. From his stance, something seemed off. We couldn't

complete, and I grabbed

on, it's just dinner!" Dorian leaned in

lose my temper. In my mind, I was calculating the fastest way to

sudden shout snapped me back to reality. The polisher in my hand had created sparks, and I quickly pulled it away, checking if I'd damaged the side cover. Thankfully, there was no harm done. I couldn't imagine continuing with Dorian chattering in my

finish my work, or you'll be leaving with an unfinished bike." I continued polishing without looking at him, my tone

was clearly unhappy but managed to limit himself to grumbling under his breath, which I chose to ignore. Internally, I was restless, wanting to finish this quickly and return to my own

rapidly, and soon the job was done. "I'll

said,

the photo, I turned to leave, but Dorian grabbed my hand. "I'm taking you

no. Now leave." I

my arm again, his grip too tight. I saw

I'd been merciful enough-but now he

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punched him square in the face. Pain tore through my hand, intense enough to momentarily blacken my vision. I fumbled for the counter to steady myself. I heard Ryder throw Dorian out and lock the door. Dorian pounded on the

I opened my eyes, Ryder had pulled down the blinds and turned off my neon

sign.

you okay?" He gently touched me, taking my hand in his. His tenderness surprised me. My heart skipped a beat, unsure how

walked to a chair,

confused.

you get guys like that

of the men who

"I see."

counter and began working on my

the door, taking out his

I'll drive you home,"