Chapter 22: Strategic Distance
(Eden's POV)
Ruby’s voice crackled through the phone, her words sharp and laced with irritation. “Eden, have you seen it yet? The photos are everywhere.”
I leaned against the entrance of my tiny apartment, my free hand brushing over the edges of the scarf draped loosely around my neck. Deep down, I knew what she meant before I even asked.
“Not yet,” I replied, though my stomach sank slightly. “What photos?”
“The ones of you getting into Alexander’s car,” she huffed, the sound of papers shuffling noisily on her end. “Someone must’ve been hanging around Pack Headquarters. Now they’re circulating like wildfire.”
I swallowed hard, my grip tightening slightly on the phone. Of course someone had captured the moment. Alexander’s Pack wasn’t just powerful
