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.

if he had signed it only a day or two

position as Alpha of the Pack

me like a thunderclap. My eyes widened, disbelief coursing

louder and

know about

in my hands, its implications suffocating. If

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

meant to be Alpha? And if he didn't know yet... what would he do if

and slipped it in my pocket to keep it safe before

to

tell him about the document, about Father's

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

understand Father's intentions and the sacrifices he made

corridors toward Andros's room. My heart pounded as

I hesitated for only a moment before

minded my presence, and we'd always shared

as usual, though the bed looked slightly unkempt, as if he'd left in a

BUMS

to wait for him, but

wandered over to his desk, running my fingers

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

I moved around the room, I accidentally bumped a small trinket off a nearby shelf. It clattered

a soft curse, I crouched to pick

when I

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

about the way it was partially hidden, shoved hastily into

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

something soft