FakeNovel2/2 Don't Poke the Luna Chapter 102 Xena's POV "I know, babe." Ryder gently stroked my back, his touch both tender and soothing.
"How many terms of endearment are you going to try?" I asked, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly.
"None of them feel quite right for you," Ryder. murmured, his eyes shining with concentration. "Finally, let's welcXena and her mate, the future Alpha of the Boneash Pack, Ryder Nash! At the announcer's introduction, Ryder and I stepped out to the loudest cheers of the evening. Blinding lights illuminated us as we waved and walked down the red carpet. I could clearly hear the whispers about my dress rippling through the crowd.
"That dress!" "So beautiful!" "Oh my god! I love her gown!" "It's a fuck you' work of art." The last comment madelaugh internally. Yes, that was exactly the effect I'd wanted. I'd chosen to make a statement on this important night, letting them all see a confident, powerful future Luna.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest, a mix of nerves and excitement. We continued down the red carpet, with Dad and Martha seated in the middle, Logan and Penelope moving to the left, while Ryder and I moved to the right.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFinally, I could see the entire room. Other ranked wolves sat in the front rows. Far on the right side was Tatum with his high-ranking wolves. His gaze piercedlike a dagger, and when our eyes met, a chill ran down my spine. I quickly looked away, focusing on the announcer's instruction.
"Dinner will now be served. Please enjoy." At the command, everyone sat down, and servers emerged with food. Ryder helpedinto my seat before sitting down himself. Thank God my father was seated next to me; his presence provided scomfort. "What would you like to drink, Luna Xena?" I recognized him as member of my father's pack.
"Dr. Pepper with whiskey, please." "And for you, Alpha Ryder?" "Whiskey on the rocks." "Thank you," I said, watching as he turned to my father.
The server placed down a plate of smoked turkey, roasted asparagus, and a generous heap of creamy mashed potatoes. The aroma of all the food wafted up, making my mouth water.
"Looks good, Ryder said quietly to me.
It really does," I agreed, taking a bite of turkey. The rich juices flowed down my throat, makinghum with satisfaction.
1/2 Chapter 102 "Please don't make those moahing sounds or I'll lose control," Ryder whispered in my ear, his voice so low no one else could hear.
"I'll save it for later," I shot back, taking another bite.
"You're such a-" Ryder was about to say when our drinks arrived.
"Thank you." I took a sip, feeling the alcohol slide smoothly down my throat. Way too easy to drink.
A photographer cby to take pictures of us as a couple, then moved on. Throughout, people kept coming up either wishing mechappy birthday or congratulating us on our mating. By the tmy plate was half empty, I was just pushing food around. Next cthe cake cutting and first dance, but what I really looked forward to was the party afterward, when the DJ would really turn it up. Ryder leaned back in his chair, draping his arm over mine and crossing his ankle over his knee. When I leaned back too, he pulled my chair closer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What would help you relax?" Ryder asked through our mind link.
I grabbed the whiskey and took a large swig, the heat of the alcohol helpingunwind slightly. "Not sitting here would be good." "Young lady! Sit up straight at the dinner table and show smanners!" Martha hissed across my father, her controlling nature makingmentally roll my eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen, it's tto cut the cake!" Logan stood up announcing.
He gave Martha a smile that infuriated her even more, then caround to me. I let Ryder holdmyn drink as accepted Logan's outstretched hand. We walked over to the cake table. Logan picked up the knife and handed it to me. I shook my head, so he began cutting.
He cut a small piece. But when he pulled out the cake, I saw it was lemon flavored. I absolutely hate lemon cake. Taking a deep breath, I decided not to make a scene. Logan frowned, looking toward Dad.
Following his gaze, I saw Martha sporting a bright smile. This was clearly her little trick to create a small disappointment on my birthday. "I almost forgot!" Dad suddenly said loudly. He held up a finger and ran off the stage. Logan and I were both confused until Dad cback with a smaller all- chocolate cake with big digits representing my age.
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