Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 188

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

pool. There's nothing nearby that could provide that

you thinking?" Ryder asked, his voice vibrating with barely

or something. These could be

away." Ryder practically roared.

to calm him down even though my own heart was racing. "That means it might not be someone from our pack. Could be someone outside our territory,

around to face his father, his eyes wild

sent them to it. It had a password and encryption, but we managed to get

stomach dropped. "Did you find

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that company. The number that sent the photos is also from the same company,"

do against fucking flying drones?" Ryder raged, pacing back and forth until his knee hit 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.

Ryder

was shaking with fury as he started grabbing

the room.

losing it. The couch was flipped over, an armchair landed on

of his projectiles hit a framed drawing I'd made for

voice

wall, breathing hard. He didn't respond, but he looked at me. His eyes were filled with anger, but beneath that,

entire room is trashed.

His knuckles were white from clenching his

a proper plan," I said, not making any move to

William surveyed the room,

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