Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 95

Xena's POV

"Werewolves having territorial instincts is completely normal. We're naturally possessive about our territory. I'd be more concerned if she wasn't showing any jealousy at all," Benedict interjected, leaning forward in his chair.

I nodded in agreement, turning my attention to William. "William just needs to make you feel included. Like when he's talking with other pack members, pull you into the conversation or ask for your opinion."

William seemed to consider this, his eyes darting briefly to Ama who was watching him with a small smile playing on her lips.

"You could also be a bit more jealous," Ryder joked, nudging Williard with his elbow.

"In your dreams," I rolled my eyes, having already finished my food. The room filled with laughter at my reaction, and we all leaned back in our chairs, relaxed.

Logan glanced at his watch, his expression becoming more serious. "Ready to go get your things? I've got stuff to do today."

“What stuff? It's your birthday too," I said, raising an eyebrow

at

my win.

"Yeah, but I'm a man and the future Alpha. I don't get to enjoy a day off and be pampered like you do," he replied with a hint of sarcasm, though there was no real resentment in his voice.

"Sometimes it's good to be a girl," Ama whispered, holding out her fist. I bumped it with mine, sharing a conspiratorial smile with

her.

Following his lead, we walked toward the

truck?" Ryder asked, fishing his keys from his pocket. "No need. I don't have that much stuff," I replied, mentally cataloging the few belongings I wanted to bring with

a smug smile as he unlocked

enjoy the moment. Ryder started the engine, and I positioned myself against the seat back. He slammed on the gas, taking the lead as we pulled out. The feeling of the wind rushing through my hair was exhilarating, freeing in a way I hadn't

like a bird's nest!" Logan teased as he

check my hair in the

of nostalgia. Although it had been less than a week, returning to what had once been my home felt strange-both familiar and foreign at the

He kept his arm firmly around my waist until we climbed the stairs. Only when we entered

do you want to take?" Logan asked,

mother holding me as a baby before she passed away,

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half and partly y to gather my toiletries Thankfully, I had a bag

These photos were my only connection to the past, especially the one with my mother-I had almost no memories of

then, a knock sounded at the

I called

in, her gaze landing directly on Logan. They almost simultaneously whispered "mate," and then Penelope dropped everything she was holding and flung

when he saw my expression, he moved to my side What's

rank or close to

"Yeah?"

her." Ryder finally understood my meaning as

with complicated emotions. On one hand, I was genuinely happy that Logan had found his soulmate; on the other hand, as a member

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