Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267

Xena’s POV

“YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’LL TEAR YOU APART PIECE BY PIECE! Alpha Wiley’s voice cracked as he stood in the doorway, his eyes wild with grief and tage. YOU KILLED MY SON! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!” Spittle flew from his mouth as he raised his automatic rifle, spraying bullets across the room in a frenzy of destruction. Medical equipment exploded around me, sparks flying as electronics were shredded.

The sound of William’s agonized cry cut through the chaos like a knife to my

heart.

‘William!” I called desperately through our mind link, but silence answered me.

wouldn’t let William die while I cowered behind table.

My

chest constricted with panic. He was dying. I couldn’t hide anymore. I

My hands shook as I examined the vials scattered around me, remembering something from my high school biology textbook. When blood carries oxygen, hemoglobin forms oxyhemoglobin–bright red. When blood loses oxygen, it becomes deoxyhemoglobin–dark red, almost purple. My fingers closed around a vial containing deep purple–red liquid, and my heart hammered against my ribs..

I pressed the cool glass to my forehead, closing my eyes. “Moon God, if you’re listening, please let this work. My voice was barely a whisper as bullets continued to tear apart the room around me. With trembling fingers, I pulled out the rubber stopper.

The liquid inside immediately began to shift, the deep purple brightening to a vivid crimson. My breath caught. This had to be it–the blood serum Alpha Wiley had been working on.

A bullet punched through the desk, the wood splintering inches from my face before the projectile tore into my shoulder. Fire exploded through my arm, and I bit back a scream. Blood poured down my arm, but I forced myself to lift the vial to my lips.

“Here goes nothing,” I whispered, and drank.

The liquid hit my tongue like liquid metal–cold, bitter, with an underlying taste that reminded me of copper pennies and electricity. It burned going down, setting my throat on fire. For a moment, nothing happened except the growing sensation that I’d just poisoned myself.

Then the pain began.

It started in my chest, a crushing pressure that felt like my ribcage was being compressed in a giant’s fist. I doubled over, gasping, as the sensation spread outward like molten lava flowing through my veins.

My bones felt like they were being stretched and reformed, each joint cracking and popping as they adjusted to accommodate new strength. My muscles spasmed violently, contracting and expanding as they grew denser, more powerful. I could feel my heart beating so hard I thought it might burst, pumping the enhanced blood through my system at an impossible rate.

But then, as suddenly as it had begun, the agony transformed into something else entirely.

Euphoria crashed over me like a warm wave, starting in my core and radiating outward until every cell in my body hummed with newfound power. Una roared with triumph in my mind. The constant ache in my ribs vanished as bone and tissue knitted back together. The bullet wound in my shoulder sealed itself, leaving only smooth skin.

I felt incredible. No–I felt invincible.

Alpha Wiley was still firing randomly into the room, his ammunition running low. I scanned my surroundings, looking for anything I could use as a projectile. A metal chair sat overturned near the wall, and without thinking, I reached out with one hand to grab it.

The chair felt like it was made of foam, weightless in my enhanced grip. I hurled it toward the doorway with what felt like minimal effort.

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