Ryder''s POV
"She didn''t buy it at all," I said to Logan, frustration coursing through my veins. Xena always saw through our schemes.
"I knew she wouldn''t believe it easily, but I''m surprised she didn''t argue with me about it," Logan sighed, turning toward Alpha Hank. His eyes held a concern I rarely saw from him, which only heightened my unease. "We absolutely cannot let Tatum get near her."
"Agreed. His stunt at the party was nothing short of a direct challenge," Alpha Hank finally showed his true emotions.
"What do you suggest? We can''t send warriors to beat him up. They''re no match, and Tatum will certainly have his men with him. That would be tantamount to dering war," my father leaned back in his chair.
"He walked into her shop and demanded Xena customize that piece of junk motorcycle of his," I told everyone in the room, my voice trembling slightly despite my efforts to control it, The memory of him standing close to Xena made my blood boil.
"The fuck he is!" Logan exploded, mming his fist on the table as he rose to his feet.
"I agree, she absolutely cannot ept his appointment. This whole mess started because of that," Hank''s voice was firm.
"I think we need to call Alpha Wiley and discuss this matter concerning her. That''s a starting point," my father sighed. "This way we cany the groundwork."
"Call him now," I said, perhaps too forcefully. My father gave me a warning look, signaling me to calm down, but Logan spoke up.
"I agree. I want to hear this call." Logan stated firmly, looking toward Alpha Hank. Alpha Hank gave a slight nod.
My father sighed and picked up the phone. "Put it on speaker," I added as he dialed, my heart racing.
Ring!
Another ring!
"Alpha Benedict. Surprised to get your call." Alpha Wiley''s voice echoed through the room, his superior tone making my blood boil.
"I believe a conversation between us is necessary," my father said in an authoritative, professional tone. I knew he was controlling his anger. "Some matters havee to my attention that I find deeply concerning. I hope we can find a solution."
"What issues?" Alpha Wiley sounded bored, as if our concerns were trivial, his arrogance making me clench my fists.
"Xena Harris.
"Ah, yes. My son has told me quite a lot about her." This made my heart race, my chest tightening painfully.
"That''s precisely the problem. She is mated and marked to my son. She has no interest in your son, and I''m calling to demand that he stay away from her. He is not to enter her shop or speak to her for any reason," my father''s voice was calm but resolute.
Alpha Wileyughed dismissively. "Alpha Benedict, they only crossed paths by chance a few days ago. He''s spoken to her a total of twice. If his influence on her already has you intervening, I must question: why would that be? Perhaps he has indeed affected her emotionally?
This motherfucking asshole I cursed inwardly.
"I assure you, that''s not the case. She actually finds him repulsive, and his little trick at the partyst night was equally disgusting. I don''t think I need to tell you that what your pack members did to vi was seriously crossing the line,"
"Alpha Benedict, boys will be boys. Vi is now with Alpha Hank''s pack, so I see no reason to discuss Vi further. As for Xena, my son is a young man who saw someone he was interested in. You can tell me Ryder or Logan have never flirted with girls. Logan''s gamma, Leonard is it? Isn''t he something of a... at do the kids call it... yer? I''m surprised he would want to mate with Vi!
I could feel Logan also suppressing his rage, his breathing bing rapid.
"Alpha Wiley, listen carefully, Tatum needs to stay
from Xena, or next time there won''t be a polite conversation, my father''s
voice grew low and dangerous, carrying ane threat.
"Is that a threat?" Alpha Wiley''s voice deepened.
"Take it however you want, but I''m protecting the future of my pack and I will not
take lightly to harassment of our future Luna.
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