Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 47

Xena's POV

I unlocked the shop door, flipped on the lights, and set my things down. I picked up the journal I'd found-nothing too explosive inside, but definitely enough to blackmail her. As I was making copies, the bell above the door jingled. Someone had walked in.

"Hello? We're not open yet!" I called out, a sudden uneasiness creeping up my spine. No

response, but I could feel the presence of someone in the shop. My instincts screamed

danger, and my body tensed.

Logan, get the guys and come to my shop. Something's wrong, I sent through our mental

link.

What's happening? he asked.

I kept the connection open but didn't answer. "Can I help you with something?" I asked

firmly, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

Three men stood in my shop. Everything about them radiated authority and danger. Not the kind of danger Ryder exuded-these guys looked genuinely terrifying, like men who would hurt you just because they could. Man buns, tattoos covering their necks and faces, piercings everywhere... My instincts screamed at me to keep my distance. I was no match for these three giants. They were all over 6'5", with powerful builds. Not bodybuilder muscles, but that didn't make them any less intimidating.

"We heard this is the place to go for the best motorcycle customization in town," one of them said, his voice sending ice through my veins.

"I'm afraid I don't know your name," I said, straightening my back despite the sweat

out on my

my rudeness, beautiful. I'm Tatum. This is Vance and Silas. Perhaps you've

of us?"

kidding me, Logan

can't say that I have," I replied,

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Chapter 47

in his eyes before he smiled. "Let me introduce myself properly, Ms. Harris. I'm Tatum Maddox of the Darkthorn Pack. This is my future Beta," Vance nodded, "and my

shit, I thought to myself. These

confrontation over with as quickly as possible. "Don't be in such a rush! I wouldn't want there to be any misunderstandings about your hospitality. My father, Alpha Wiley, would very much appreciate the courtesy

My throat tightened, but I forced myself

land, and I don't recall anyone

between us. Standing just inches away, he brushed the

breath on my ear sent chills down my spine-and

mixed with expensive cologne. The intimacy made me nauseous, but I didn't dare

soon.

resistance from me, he smiled smugly, ready to

had already clenched my fist, preparing to punch him in the gut

make a run

to touch my

tense atmosphere.

Logan's voice was filled with authority, I

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