Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Xena's POV

I nodded and walked over to the table to examine everything laid out there. A baseball bat rested at the edge of the table. I picked it up, testing its weight in my hand before lightly touching the tip to his left leg. Despite his desperate attempt not to tremble, he still flinched.

My heart raced, my palms slightly damp with sweat. I never imagined myself interrogating someone with violence. But I had no choice. I needed to appear merciless and decisive.

"No matter how hard you try to hide it, I know this leg is already injured. Tell me what I want to know, or I'll make sure this leg is shattered before I cut it off."

His face turned pale. "You don't have the guts."

To prove him wrong, I walked back to the table and grabbed some rope. When I bent down, his eyes widened. His right leg started kicking wildly, preventing me from binding it properly. Thankfully, Dad understood my intentions and held that right leg down, allowing me to secure the rope. Ryder stepped forward, taking the rope from me and pulling it taut.

"Last chance," I said, measuring the distance to get a good swing angle.

"You're too weak, little sheep. This isn't your place." He glanced down at his foot then looked up at me with a menacing glare, challenging me, trying to overpower me with his presence.

I didn't respond. I simply raised the bat over my head and swung down with all my might. I aimed directly for his tibia, immediately hearing the crack of bone.

A strange sensation washed over me-fear, power, and a twisted sense of satisfaction all mixed together.

two Rogues cringing and looking away. But I didn't stop. After two more consecutive hits,

were you saying?" I asked

to stop crying and struggling, he glared at me through tears. "Go...

breathing was heavy, and I swung three more times until he began begging,

breathing hard myself

phone or internet. No face-to-face contact. That's all

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with anger. Alpha Benedict grabbed a knife, plunging it deep into his thigh, twisting before pulling it out. He'd successfully hit an artery; the man had only minutes to live, if not

out!"

dizzy, forcing myself not to throw

the point, Alpha

watched as blood flowed down his leg

and he passed out. Ryder now stood in front

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Chapter 147

territory on a tree! An old elm tree. There's a creek nearby. Go find it, all the information is on

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