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.

he had signed it only a day or two ago. I unfolded the

hereby relinquish my position as Alpha of the Pack to

a thunderclap. My eyes

each question louder and more

Andros know about

hands, its

together. If this

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

my pocket to keep it safe before anyone finds out about

need to

him about the document, about

for Astrid to take his place as Alpha, surely

would understand Father's intentions and the

toward Andros's room. My heart pounded as I rehearsed what I would

reached his door, I hesitated for only a moment before pushing it

never minded my presence, and we'd always shared a close

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

BUMS

for him, but curiosity got the better

desk, running my fingers over

of us as kids, and his favorite silver pen lay on

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

a soft curse, I crouched

I noticed

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

about the way it was partially hidden, shoved hastily into

the bag out into the light. It was heavier

soft