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.

or two

as Alpha

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

spiraled, each question louder and more chaotic than the

know about

my hands, its implications suffocating. If Andros

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

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

and slipped it in my pocket to keep it safe before anyone finds

to talk to

to tell him about the document,

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

Father's intentions and the sacrifices

hurried through the corridors toward Andros's room. My

reached his door, I hesitated for only a moment

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

was tidy, as usual, though the bed looked

BUMS

him,

running my fingers over

two of us

a small trinket off a nearby shelf. It

I crouched to pick it

I

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

partially hidden, shoved

out into the light.

soft