Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Xena’s POV

Thankfully, Alpha Benedict ignored her provocation.

“I find it quite impressive. You should be proud of yourself. Ryder mentioned you also manage dances, spelling bees, and various activities while taking advanced courses,” he

said.

I stole a glance at Ryder, whose expression remained impassive. My heart quickened

involuntarily, wondering why he’d mentioned these things to his Alpha.

“Yes, sir. I like keeping busy. I honestly wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I had too

much free time,” I offered him a polite smile.

“I can think of a few things you could be doing…” Martha muttered under her breath.

Everyone continued to ignore her, and I inwardly smirked. The woman was insufferable,

but at least everyone had the sense to recognize her jealousy for what it was.

The meal service had been completed. An open–faced roast beef sandwich with mashed

potatoes made my mouth water. Despite the tense atmosphere, my stomach honestly reminded me that I was hungry.

“I heard you’re exceptionally intelligent. Is that true?” Ah, he was probing.

“I appreciate your interest, but I’d prefer if you’d just ask what you really want to know… sir.” I met his eyes, my tone even but firm.

“Xena Harris! So disrespectful!” Martha stood up to scold me.

Alpha Benedict just chuckled. “Calm yourself, Luna Martha. She’s not being disrespectful, just direct. Very well, I wish to know your IQ.”

My insides churned with discomfort and irritation. Always this question, always the number and not the person.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather not discuss this,” Dad interjected. “I allow Xena to walk her own path. Yes, most rumors are true–she could have skipped to university, but she chose

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to attend normally to have the same experiences as her peers. I’ve granted her a certain degree of independence because she’s proven herself capable of handling it. That’s all I’m willing to share unless she ultimately mates with someone from your pack.”

The room quieted, and I continued taking small bites of the over–salted gravy. I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me.

“I understand and respect that. I would protect her too, if she were mine,” Alpha Benedict

finally responded.

The conversation gradually died down, and I was finally left alone. William and Ama were lost in their own little world. It was hard not to stare at their happiness.

“I’m sorry,” Samuel leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“It’s fine,” I gave him a small smile before turning back to my wine glass. This was dinner, and it was almost 9 PM now; going out did sound fun.

“Hey, Ama,” I said through our mental link. She hadn’t officially transferred packs yet, so

we could still communicate.