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 vibrating with barely contained

or something. These could be screenshots," I said, voicing my

away." Ryder practically roared. I placed

it might not be someone from our pack. Could be

to face his father, his eyes wild with rage. "How did

a phone. This phone didn't take the pictures, but someone sent them to it. It had a password and encryption, but we managed to

stomach dropped. "Did you

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

a chair. In one swift motion, he grabbed it and hurled it through the closed window. The sound of shattering glass made my stomach

"RYDER!" Alpha Benedict shouted.

needed to stay calm now. Ryder needed me. "Ryder, come on." Grabbing his hand, I pulled

with fury as he started grabbing

the room.

sky is watching you?" Ryder was completely losing it. The couch was flipped over, an armchair landed on the balcony, and the dresser

his projectiles hit a framed drawing I'd made for him. My heart cracked a little. That picture meant something special

voice

he looked at me. His eyes were filled with anger, but beneath that, I saw fear-fear

is trashed.

were white from

me think. We can figure out a proper plan," I said, not

walked in. William surveyed the room, then looked at me, checking if