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.

two ago. I unfolded the document carefully, my breath catching as I read

Alpha Theron, hereby relinquish my position as Alpha

words hit me like a thunderclap. My eyes widened, disbelief

spiraled, each question louder and more

know about

hands,

together. If this had been Father's plan, it made Andros's

be Alpha? And if he didn't know yet...

and slipped it in my pocket

need to

tell him about

Father had intended for Astrid to take his place as Alpha, surely he would reconsider his

the sacrifices he

through the corridors toward Andros's room. My heart pounded as I rehearsed what I

door, I hesitated for only a moment before pushing it

me; he never minded my

It was tidy, as

BUMS

for him, but curiosity got the

his desk, running my fingers over the

two of us as kids, and

the room, I accidentally bumped a small trinket off a nearby shelf. It clattered to the floor

soft curse, I crouched to pick

I

first, I thought nothing of it -Andros often kept his

partially hidden, shoved

the bag out into the light. It was heavier

something soft