Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Xena’s POV

I felt the bass thumping through my body as we made our way to the dance floor. Ama let out an excited “Hell yeah!” before grabbing Leonard’s hand. Logan and Keira followed close behind, his arm draped possessively around her shoulders.

The moment we hit the dance floor, Samuel’s hands found their way to my hips, his body pressing against mine from behind. The warmth of his chest against my back sent a familiar thrill through me.

Damn, woman. I want to take a bite, his voice echoed through our pack link, low and

seductive.

I couldn’t help but smirk as I pressed back against him, our bodies moving in perfect sync to the pulsing rhythm. Just one bite, I teased back through the link, feeling a rush of heat at the thought. The chemistry between us was electric–but there was always that unspoken understanding hanging over us. We both knew that if we weren’t mates, a relationship would only end in heartbreak.

I rested my head against his chest, letting myself enjoy the moment.

As Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies” started playing, Logan groaned dramatically and tugged on Keira’s hand. “That’s our cue to get drinks,” he shouted, Samuel nodding in agreement as they escaped the dance floor.

I continued dancing with Ama, both of us laughing as we moved to the music. That’s when I felt it–eyes on me. I glanced up, scanning the crowd, and found Samuel watching me from the bar, his gaze intense. But he wasn’t the only one. Across the club, leaning against the opposite wall, stood Ryder, his green eyes locked on me like a predator tracking its prey.

“Why is Ryder staring at you like that?” Ama asked, her voice close to my ear as she followed my gaze.

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the heat rising to my cheeks. “No idea.”

“That’s Alpha Benedict’s son, right?” Keira asked, her eyes widening as she turned to get a

better look at him.

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Chapter 12

“Can I buy you ladies a drink?” he asked, his eyes sweeping over us in a way that made my skin crawl. What a total asshole, I thought, biting back the urge to tell him off.