All Chapters of The Triplets' Regret: Bowing to Their Luna: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

I looked at the triplets. They looked back at me. Jaren wore his usual calculating expression, weighing the political fallout. Kaelen kept his silver eyes narrowed, his body coiled like a spring ready to snap. Thad remained a steady, grounding presence, though his fists were clenched at his sides."What do you think?" I asked them."We think you should make the call." Jaren spoke for all of them. "This is your administration now. This is your fight. We will follow wherever you lead.""My administration." I tested the bitter taste of the words. "Our world. That is what we are trying to build here. Not mine. Not yours. Ours.""Ours." They agreed in unison.I turned back to Margery. "Contact your source immediately. Set up a secure meeting. In the meantime, I want defensive measures enacted across all Coalition territories. I do not care if it costs us vital resources. I do not care if it disrupts regular operations. I want every single pack protected and every member safe.""That level

But there was nowhere left to retreat. The attackers had anticipated every single tactical move. They had preemptively blocked the emergency exits with incendiary charges. They were systematically neutralizing every chokepoint we had spent four days preparing. They were inside our impenetrable fortress. They were inside our perfect trap, and they were slaughtering us."They planned this from the very beginning." Kaelen snarled over the radio. I could hear the desperate clash of metal in the background of his transmission. "Every defense we built, they knew about it.""How is that even possible?" I demanded, firing two blind shots into the thick dust cloud as a dark shape moved toward me."The intelligence leak came from our side." Jaren reported, his voice devoid of its usual calm logic. He was breathing heavily. "Encrypted outbound channels. Someone inside this coalition fed them the blueprints.""Margery's underworld source." The horrifying realization hit me like a physical blow. "

The investigation into the intelligence leak took immediate priority over absolutely everything else.We could not rebuild our physical defenses if we did not know how the enemy had so easily penetrated them. We could not protect our surviving people if we did not know who had sold us out to the slaughter. While the rest of the coalition focused on pulling bodies from the rubble and securing the perimeter, I locked myself in the makeshift underground bunker and focused entirely on finding the traitor.The air in the bunker smelled of burnt ozone and pulverized concrete. I stood at the head of a metal folding table, spreading the scattered evidence out under the harsh glare of a battery-powered tactical lantern."The traitor is someone very close to the inner circle," I said to the room. I kept my voice measured, though my heart pounded against my ribs. "They had high-level access to our defensive preparations. They knew our communication protocols. They knew our localized strategic pl

I pointed to the highlighted lines of code. "The leak was entirely deliberate, but it was incredibly imprecise. It provided the mercenaries with enough structural blueprints to make their assault predictable, but not enough classified detail to make it immediately fatal."Aldric Thorne shook his head in absolute confusion. "That makes zero tactical sense. If the enemy actively wanted to destroy the coalition, they would have demanded complete, fatal information. Why would the Duchess give us a fighting chance to survive the ambush?""Because they were never actually trying to destroy us," I said. I looked around the assembled leaders, watching the horrifying truth dawn on their faces. "They were just trying to test our response times. They wanted to measure our combat capabilities.""Why?" Margery demanded."Because we are not the real target," I pulled up a brand new set of satellite documents and slapped them onto the table. "The massive assault on Coalition headquarters was a perfe

The execution of Charlotte Vane took place under a pale, washed-out sky three weeks after the collapse of the mountain facility.They dragged her back to the same tribunal hall where she had been condemned years ago. But the atmosphere had entirely shifted. There were no rehearsed defenses, no manipulated juries, and no quiet whispers of bribery. The complete disintegration of her machine stripped away her final layers of insulation. The allies and officials who had once fed greedily on her power were now falling over themselves to distance their hands from her blood."Charlotte Vane, Duchess of House Vane," the Chief Justice's voice bounced off the cold stone walls, dry and unyielding. "You stand before this court for the final judgment. The evidence of your atrocities is absolute. You are guilty of mass conspiracy, systemic psychological torture, and the deliberate attempt to destroy the core of human connection."Chains rattled against the floor. The Duchess stood tall, though her