Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 289

Chapter 291

Xena's POV

The sound of a car door slamming made my heart race. I could see Ryder jumping out of the SUV before it had even fully stopped. He was running toward the pack house, his face a mixture of relief and desperate worry.

I stood up from the couch, my legs shaky but determined.

"Xena," he breathed, his voice cracking with emotion.

He rushed toward me, and I met him halfway. His arms wrapped around me carefully, avoiding my injuries, pulling me against his chest. The warmth of his body, the familiar scent of his skin, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear-it all crashed over me like a wave of pure relief.

I tilted my head up to look at him, our foreheads touching as our eyes locked. In that moment, nothing else existed. Just this perfect moment of being alive and together.

He leaned down and kissed me, soft and tender at first, then with growing

intensity as the reality of our reunion hit us both. I kissed him back with everything

I had, pouring all my love and gratitude into that single moment.

"Okay, you two, maybe save some of that for when you're alone," Logan's amused voice cut through our bubble.

over me. "We need to talk," I

immediately shifted to

immediately flashing black. "She's contained," I said quickly, placing my good hand on his chest to calm him. "We have her locked in the

balling at his sides. "How the fuck did she get out? How

stepping forward. "We're investigating

authority radiating from him made the air

toward the stairs. "She's in

following close behind. The two female warriors stationed outside the door straightened when they saw

I

quiet since the doctor left," one of

them to open the door. They pushed the bathroom door open, revealing Martha sitting on the cold

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her arm, providing her with glucose. She looked up at us with hollow, dead eyes before immediately dropping her

a Coke from the kitchen," I instructed one of the

but nodded quickly, running out to fulfill

a volcano. He charged forward, his fist connecting with her face and sending her

two brutal kicks to her ribs. Martha's cries grew weaker with each blow, her body unable to handle much more

me, despite the years of abuse and cruelty, seeing her so broken stirred an unwelcome

turned my head away,

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