Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 189

Xena's POV

I stared at the photo, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. It

showed Ryder and me walking together, completely unaware we were being watched. A

chill ran down my spine as I realized someone had been documenting our private

moments.

"That was taken outside the pack house. Remember? When we went for that short walk," Ryder said, his voice tight with barely controlled rage.

Of course I remembered. It had been just a few minutes of fresh air after watching that

movie. Logan had made me sign my will earlier that day, and I'd just wanted to clear my head before sleep. We'd been so relaxed, so carefree, completely oblivious to the eyes

tracking our every move.

"The angles of these photos are all from above," I said to everyone in the room, trying to

keep my voice steady, not wanting to sound as terrified as I felt.

"And they're zoomed in?" Alpha Benedict frowned, his forehead creasing with concern.

"We don't have any buildings tall enough to capture these shots from this angle. Like that

There's nothing nearby

are you thinking?" Ryder asked, his voice

could be screenshots," I

Ryder

down even though my own heart was racing. "That means it might not be someone from our pack. Could be someone outside our territory, up in a tree," I

eyes

take the pictures, but someone sent them to it. It had a

stomach dropped. "Did you find anything

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connected to that company. The number that sent the photos is also from the same company," Alpha Benedict said,

knee hit a chair. In one swift motion, he grabbed it and hurled it through the closed window. The sound of

"RYDER!" Alpha Benedict shouted.

got this," I told Alpha Benedict, despite the trembling in my chest. I knew I needed to stay calm now. Ryder needed me. "Ryder, come on." Grabbing his hand, I pulled him out of the office and up

with fury as he started

the room.

I supposed to keep you safe when the fucking sky is watching you?" Ryder was completely losing it. The couch was flipped over, an armchair landed on the balcony, and the dresser lay on its

his projectiles hit a framed drawing I'd made for

I shouted, my voice stronger than

against the wall, breathing hard. He didn't respond, but he looked at me. His eyes were filled with anger, but beneath that, I saw fear-fear of

room is trashed.

were white from

figure out a proper plan," I said, not making

it!" Ryder growled as the bedroom door opened and William walked in. William surveyed the room,