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.

a day or two ago. I unfolded the document carefully, my breath catching as

Theron, hereby relinquish my position as Alpha

me like a thunderclap. My eyes widened, disbelief coursing through

louder and more

know

my hands,

this had

he didn't know yet... what would

carefully and slipped it in my pocket to keep it

need to talk

tell him about

for Astrid to take his place as Alpha,

and the sacrifices he made to protect

corridors toward Andros's room. My heart pounded as I

door, I hesitated for only a

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

scent distinctly Andros. It was tidy, as usual, though the bed

BUMS

to wait for him, but curiosity got the better

running my fingers over the neatly

of books, a framed photo of the two of us as

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

curse, I crouched to pick it

when I

his bed was a bag. At first, I thought nothing of it

was partially hidden, shoved hastily into the shadows, caught

I reached for it, dragging the bag out

something soft