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

by the pool. There's nothing nearby that could

are you thinking?" Ryder asked, his

These could be screenshots," I

Ryder practically roared. I placed

be someone from our pack. Could be someone outside our territory, up in a tree,"

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

were on a phone. This phone didn't take the pictures, but someone sent them to it. It had a

"Did

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photos is also from the same

can we do against fucking flying drones?" Ryder raged, pacing back and forth until his knee hit a chair. In one swift motion, he grabbed

"RYDER!" Alpha Benedict shouted.

now. Ryder needed me. "Ryder, come on." Grabbing his hand, I pulled him out of the office and up the stairs

shaking with fury as he started

the room.

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

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

shouted, my voice

he looked at me.

trashed. Feel

His knuckles were white from clenching

We can figure out a proper plan," I said, not making any move to touch him, knowing he needed space

William surveyed the room, then looked at me, checking if I was hurt, before turning his attention.

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