All Chapters of ALCHEMY OF MATES - ALPHA AND LUNA REBORN : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

We had twelve hours of peace before the old world came to burn the new one down.The attack began at midnight, coordinated across every territory simultaneously. Not the coalition we had faced before—this was something far worse. Every Alpha whose crimes would eventually be exposed through gradual reform, every Council member who had profited from corruption, every power structure threatened by democratic accountability—they all struck as one.Through our fragile three-body connection, we felt the assault's magnitude. Two thousand wolves, fifty vampires, thirty witches, and beings whose species we could not immediately identify. They were not trying to kill us specifically. They were trying to erase the concept of accountability itself.The Council chamber exploded first. Ancient structure that had stood for centuries reduced to rubble in seconds, taking twelve representatives with it. Wolves who had voted just hours ago, whose faith in democracy was still fragile and new—obliterated

We discovered we could not reintegrate on the tenth day after separation.Not would not. Could not. The neural pathways we had forged through repeated mergers had been burned out by maintaining unified consciousness for six consecutive days. Like overused muscles torn beyond healing, our ability to integrate was simply... gone."This is permanent," the lead healer announced in Silvermoon, her examination of Aria's consciousness revealing the damage. "The integration capability has been destroyed. You three will never achieve unified consciousness again. You are permanently individual now."Through our bonds, we felt the diagnosis hit all three bodies simultaneously. We had spent months becoming something unprecedented—three beings functioning as one. And we had destroyed that capability through fear of separation."There must be a way to repair it," Zack protested through Northern Coalition, his Alpha dominance trying to command reality to reverse the damage. But some injuries transce

I woke twelve hours later to find forty-seven wolves sitting patiently in Silvermoon's main hall, waiting for me to start building local democracy."I said eight hours," Elena muttered when I appeared, still rubbing sleep from my eyes. "You slept twelve. But I suppose that is improvement over your usual habit of not sleeping at all."Through the bond, I felt Zack and Drake stirring in their respective territories. They had slept similarly long, our bodies finally catching up on months of neglect."You said you organized people who wanted to try democratic governance," I said, looking at the gathered wolves. I recognized most of them—pack members who had fought in the battles, who had voted in the Council session, who had watched democracy fail and apparently decided to try anyway. "I did not expect them to just show up and wait.""We have been waiting three hours," a young wolf named Marcus said—not the corrupted Beta, but a teenager named after him who had been born the year Marcus d

# Chapter Seventy-Eight: When Everything Burns---I stood in Silvermoon's central square, staring at one hundred nineteen bodies laid out in rows, and felt something inside me break.Not metaphorically. I felt the exact moment when the part of me that had been trying to change the world through principles and process just... shattered. Replaced by something rawer. Something that cared less about cosmic justice and more about the teenage boy who had talked about learning from failures now lying cold on the ground."Aria." Zack's voice came through the bond, but different than usual. Not tactical assessment or Alpha authority. Just grief. "I cannot do this anymore. Cannot keep losing people while trying to build something better. Cannot watch volunteers die for believing in ideas we gave them."Through the connection, I felt his fortress crumbling. The Alpha mask he wore for everyone, the certainty he projected to lead his pack—it was fracturing under the weight of thirty-two dead Nort

The Architects tried to make us kneel.Not physically—they bent reality itself around us, making the very air demand submission. Eight hundred wolves in the square dropped to their knees, unable to resist cosmic pressure that made standing feel like defying gravity itself.But we remained upright. Barely."Your power is gone," the lead Architect said, its voice cold. "Your integration destroyed. Your cosmic authority revoked. You are three damaged mortals accusing beings who predate time. You have no standing. No credibility. No capability to enforce consequences even if your accusations were true.""Our power is gone," I agreed, fighting to keep my voice steady as reality pressed down on us. "But their deaths are not. One hundred nineteen bodies do not lie. Quantum poison signatures do not disappear just because you want them to. Eight hundred witnesses saw evidence you cannot erase.""Witnesses mean nothing," another Architect said. "We are reality's designers. We determine what evi