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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for what would be a long two hours. I sprayed water on the side cover and fender,

his stance, something seemed off. We couldn't communicate through mind link, so I couldn't ask what was

I grabbed the polisher from my tool

just dinner!" Dorian leaned

lose my temper. In my

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

suggest you sit down, shut up, and let me finish my work, or you'll be leaving with an unfinished bike." I continued polishing without looking at him, my tone

I chose to ignore. Internally, I was restless, wanting to finish this quickly and return to

soon the job was done. "I'll take a photo,

good," Dorian said,

the photo, I turned to leave, but Dorian grabbed my

believe I said no. Now leave." I yanked my

easily. "I'm not giving you a choice." He grabbed my arm again, his grip too tight. I saw Ryder heading toward us

I'd been merciful enough-but

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square in the face. Pain tore through my hand, intense enough to momentarily blacken my vision. I fumbled for the counter

pulled down the blinds

sign.

gently touched me, taking my hand in his. His tenderness surprised me.

walked to a chair, sitting down.

confused.

get guys like

reputation usually keeps men away." I thought of the men who backed off after

"I see."

I walked to my counter and began working on my

out his phone

I'll drive you home," I