Another Chance for the Luna Queen by Aurora Starling

Chapter 0277

Ella POV

The contents of the box were baffling. It was filled with a dotle assortment of papers: business receipts, handwritten letters from people whose names I didn't recognize or who hadn't signed them at all.

From the few lines 1 skimmed, the letters seemed meaningless, scattered fragments of someone else's life. I wasn't willing to sit and read them one by one. That still fell like too much of a violation of Alexander's privacy.

I carefully began separating the contents into piles: receipts, letters, technical documents that might as well have been written in a foreign language for all I understood them, and photos.

There weren't many photos, but the ones I found did little to illuminate the mystery of who Alexander was or what he was hiding.

A few were of him as a young man, standing beside his father or with a boy who I assumed was his younger brother. I couldn't help but notice Diana was conspicuously absent from any of the pictures.

There were also group photos-classmates, friends at parties, happy moments frozen in time. One photo stood out: Alexander in racing gear, grinning broadly as he posed next to a sleek car.

They were snapshots of happier days, glimpses of a life before he became Alpha, before he had to guard every part of himself so carefully.

as I sifted through the box. I felt like an intruder, prying into memories that weren't mine to see. This wasn't why I'd opened the box-I hadn't wanted to see his past laid bare,

present.

was I supposed

stared at the disorganized piles in front of me, frustration and regret knotting together in my chest. There were no answers here, just more

This was pointless.

evidence of my intrusion. If Alexander noticed the mess, I'd just say

from my hands. It hit the floor at an awkward angle, and something fluttered out

the item on the

up, my heart seizing in my chest the moment I saw

looked younger in the image, though clearly an adult. Beside him stood a blonde woman with a radiant, loving smile that seemed to light up the frame. His arm was wrapped around her, and she leaned into his embrace in a way that spoke volumes about their

connection between them was

that wasn't why I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face. There

know her, not personally, but I'd seen

holding the photo in trembling hands. My mind raced, flipping through

place her. That smile-it stirred something deep

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