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

beautiful. I'm Tatum. This is Vance and Silas.

of us?"

got to be kidding me, Logan

that I have," I replied, my tone

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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 Gamma,"

myself. These guys

the pleasantries, hoping to get this 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

My throat tightened, but I forced myself to

guests on his territory. This shop is on his land, and I don't recall anyone inviting you here," I said, using the only

as he closed the distance between us. Standing just inches away, he brushed the hair away from

my spine-and not the good kind. I could

scent mixed with expensive cologne. The intimacy made me nauseous, but I didn't dare move, didn't dare push him away.

soon.

resistance from me, he smiled smugly,

my fist, preparing to punch him in the gut the second

make a run

to touch my face, my brother's angry voice

tense atmosphere.

voice was filled with authority, I exhaled

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