Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Xena’s POV

The public pool at Ryder’s pack territory wasn’t anything special, but at least it was free.

An elderly caretaker sat at the entrance, barely glancing up as we walked in. We stored our belongings in the lockers before heading toward the water. The pool wasn’t particularly large, but fortunately, it wasn’t crowded today. A group of girls clustered in one corner, splashing and laughing among themselves.

At the edge of the pool sat a dark–skinned boy with a makeshift folding table in front of

him. The table displayed neat rows of homemade lemonade and simple handcrafted bracelets. He wore a faded T–shirt and jean shorts that were slightly too small, with worn-

out sneakers on his feet.

I was curious why they allowed him to set up a stand by the pool. Before I could ask, Ama’s voice answered my unspoken question.

“Two years ago, his father was killed in a Rogue attack. His mother died many years before

that, so now he’s in the pack’s foster care system.”

Something about his story resonated with me–perhaps the early loss of his mother, mirroring my own experience. I couldn’t help but whisper, “Poor kid. Maybe I could give him a job.”

“Nolan’s really good at drawing. You should see his work,” Ama suggested.

“I’ll consider it,” I replied, my eyes still on the boy.

Ama and I slid into the pool, and I noticed several girls glancing our way, but none approached. A small pang of disappointment hit me. In my father’s pack, people always came to greet me. Were they afraid? Nervous? Or did the Luna here forbid them from interacting with strangers? I would never be that kind of Luna.

“Why don’t we buy some lemonade?” I suggested after swimming for a while.

“I get what you’re doing,” Ama winked, climbing out of the pool and walking toward Nolan’s stand.

A moment later, she returned with two cups of lemonade, a smile brightening her face.

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Chapter 86

“Look!” She set the drinks on the poolside table and held up her right wrist to show me a shell bracelet.

“Good job,” I gave her a thumbs up, climbing out to join her on the lounge chairs. I took a sip of the lemonade, letting the tart sweetness wash over my tongue.

“Ama… do you think… Ryder might be my mate?” The question left my lips before I could stop it.

Ama saw through my worry immediately. She turned to face me, her eyes locking with mine. “Girl, look at me.”

I met her gaze, watching as her usually playful expression transformed into something

determined and serious.

“This isn’t like you. You’re never this indecisive. You’ve always been brave and confident.

Trust your instincts and what you feel.”

I didn’t answer, just gave a slight nod.

“Let’s make a bet. Loser gives fifty bucks,” she proposed.

“Ama… this is pointless…” I murmured.

“Fifty dollars!” she insisted.

Knowing how stubborn Ama could be, I let out a resigned laugh. “Fine.”

Ama flashed me a satisfied smile, then glanced at her phone. “Oh, shit, we need to go!”

“Aren’t the guys coming here?” I asked.

“No, we’re going to meet them… sort of.”

“Sort of?” I raised an eyebrow, confusion evident in my voice.