Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 348

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.