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.

Theron, hereby relinquish my position as Alpha of the Pack to

My eyes widened,

question louder and more

know

document felt heavier in my hands, its implications suffocating.

swallowed hard, trying to piece it all together. If this had been Father's plan, it

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

document carefully and slipped it in my pocket to keep it

to

tell him about the

to take his place as Alpha, surely he would reconsider his command to

understand Father's intentions and the

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

reached his door, I hesitated for only

always unlocked for me; he never minded my

tidy, as usual, though the bed looked slightly unkempt, as if he'd

BUMS

him,

wandered over to his desk, running my fingers over the neatly arranged

of us as kids, and his favorite silver

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

curse, I crouched

I noticed

his bed was a bag. At first,

about the way it was partially hidden, shoved hastily into the shadows, caught my

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

soft