Reclaiming My Broken Luna 2

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.

The ink looked fresh, as if he had signed it only a day or two ago. I unfolded the document carefully, my breath catching as I read its contents.

"I, Alpha Theron, hereby relinquish my position as Alpha of the Pack to my daughter, Astrid."

The words hit me like a thunderclap. My eyes widened, disbelief coursing through me. Astrid? Not Andros?

My thoughts spiraled, each question louder and more chaotic than the last.

Did Andros know about this?

The document felt heavier in my hands, its implications suffocating. If Andros knew...

I swallowed hard, trying to piece it all together. If this had been Father's plan, it made Andros's actions even more alarming.

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

I folded the document carefully and slipped it in my pocket to keep it safe before anyone finds out about it.

I need to talk to Andros.

I had to tell him about the document, about Father's choice.noveldrama

If he knew that Father had intended for Astrid to take his place as Alpha, surely he would reconsider his command to kill her.

He would understand Father's intentions and the sacrifices he made to protect her.

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

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

Andros's room was always unlocked for me; he never minded my presence, and we'd always shared a close bond.

The room smelled faintly of pine, the scent distinctly Andros. It was tidy, as usual, though the bed looked slightly unkempt, as if he'd left in a hurry.

BUMS

I stepped inside, intending to wait for him, but curiosity got the better of me.

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

A stack of books, a framed photo of the two of us as kids, and his favorite silver pen lay on the surface.

As I moved around the room, I accidentally bumped a small trinket off a nearby shelf. It clattered to the floor near his bed.

Muttering a soft curse, I crouched to pick it up.

That's when I noticed something.

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

But something about the way it was partially hidden, shoved hastily into the shadows, caught my attention.

Curiosity burned in my chest as I reached for it, dragging the bag out into the light. It was heavier than I expected, and my fingers brushed

against something soft and Crinkly

inside.

I opened the bag carefully, my breath catching as I saw what was inside.

A sachet.

I pulled it out, the faint, earthy scent of herbs wafting into the air. Recognition struck me like a blow.

It wasn't just any herb-it was a silentbloom, a rare plant known to mask a wolf's

scent.

My mind raced, my hands trembling as I stared at the sachet.

Why would Andros have this? Why would he want to conceal his scent

Could this mean...? No. It couldn't be.

But the evidence was there, staring me in the face. This herb, the rogues

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all felt too connected.

I shoved the sachet back into the bag, my chest tightening as doubt and fear

churned in my stomach. Andros couldn't... he wouldn't...

But the question lingered, heavy and unrelenting. What if he did?

I need to talk to Astrid. I must find her.