Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 348: Traitor Asha's POV

I sat in my father's office, the familiar scent of his presence filling the air-aged wood, leather, and a faint trace of his cologne.

It was both comforting and painful.

My eyes, red and puffy from crying, wandered across the room, lingering on the little things that made it undeniably his.

The neatly stacked books on the shelf, the way his chair was slightly tilted as if he'd just left it moments ago, and the faint indentations on the desk where his hands often rested.

Father. The word hung in my heart, heavy and aching.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to hold onto the essence of him, even

as it felt like he was slipping further away with each passing moment.

My gaze dropped to the book on the desk. Its worn, ancient cover seemed unassuming, but I now knew better.

I had finished reading it moments ago, and its secrets still swirled in my mind, unsettling and confusing.

I looked around the room again, my father's memory woven into every corner, every object.

My eyes fell on the desk drawers, and a strange curiosity tugged at me. I moved toward them, hesitating for a moment before pulling one open, hoping that I would find anything from my father that could comfort me.

Everything inside it was neatly organized, just as Father always kept things.

In the bottom drawer, something caught my attention — a document, its edges slightly crumpled as if it had been handled recently.

It looked important, the paper heavier than usual, the handwriting unmistakably my father's.

I pulled it out, my heart pounding as I noticed his signature at the bottom.

Alpha Theron.

ink looked fresh, as if he had signed it only a day or two ago. I unfolded the document carefully, my breath catching

position as Alpha of the Pack to my

thunderclap. My eyes widened,

thoughts spiraled, each question louder and more chaotic

know about

document felt heavier in my hands, its implications

piece it all together. If this had been Father's plan, it

if he didn't know

it in my pocket to keep it safe before anyone

need to

tell him about the document, about

to take his place as Alpha,

intentions and the sacrifices he made to protect

toward Andros's room. My

I reached his door, I hesitated for

was always unlocked for me; he never minded my presence, and we'd always shared a

smelled faintly of pine, the scent distinctly Andros. It was tidy, as usual, though the bed looked slightly unkempt, as if he'd left

BUMS

stepped inside, intending to wait for him, but curiosity

over to his desk, running my fingers

a framed photo of the two of us as kids, and his favorite silver pen

around the room, I accidentally bumped a small trinket

I crouched to

when I

was a bag. At first, I thought nothing of it -Andros often kept his

way it was partially hidden, shoved hastily

chest as I reached for it, dragging the bag out into the light. It was heavier than

something soft