Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441

XENOIS

They continued like this for the next thirty minutes. Calling the parents of every alpha who’d refused to join the coalition. Using guilt, logic, veiled threats, and strategic reminders of past failures to convince the elder generation that their children were making dangerous

mistakes.

It was simultaneously impressive and horrifying to watch.

“Your mother is terrifying,” Lyn whispered to me.

“Now you understand why I turned out like this,” I whispered back.

The results started coming in almost immediatel

My phone rang first. Alpha Morris

sounding significantly less confident than he had during our previous call.

“Alpha Blackwood,” he said stiffly. “I’ve reconsidered your coalition proposal. My mother has convinced me that coordination might be… strategically valuable.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” I said, trying to keep the smugness out of my voice. “We’ll send you the security protocols and communication

channels.”

“Appreciated,” he said, then hung up quickly like he co

wait to end the

Conversation.

Three more calls came in within the next fifteen minutes. Alpha Chen Alpha Rodriguez, and

Alpha Thorne-all of them suddenly willing to

scolded by their parents.

coordinate, all of them speaking with the slightly embarrassed adults who’d just be 19

My mother kept a running tally on Rivers’ tablet, checking off names

as confirmations

came in.

“That’s five,” she announced. “Three more to go.”

“How are you doing this?” Carol asked, genuinely curious. “What are you saying to convince people who’ve been set in their ways for

decades?”

“We’re reminding them of their failures,” my father said simply. “During the territorial wars, every alpha who refused to cooperate, who insisted on maintaining pure isolation and traditional hierarchies-they died. Their packs were destroyed. Their legacies became cautionary

tales.”

“The elders remember,” my mother added. “They remember burying their friends, burning their pack houses, watching everything they built crumble because of pride. They don’t want that for their children or grandchildren.”

“So you’re using guilt,” Lumina said.

‘We’re using history,” my mother corrected. “Guilt is just a side effect of honest reflection.”

The final three confirmations came in over the next hour. Each alpha calling back with varying degrees of reluctance, but all of them agreeing to join the coalition.

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By late afternoon, we had sixteen confirmed allies instead of eight. Sixteen territories willing to coordinate defense, share intelligence, and work together despite differences in philosophy and approach.

It wasn’t everything. We still had targets on the list who weren’t allied with us, still had Jerome’s coalition operating somewhere out there. But it was significantly better than it had been this morning.

‘How?” I asked my parents when the last call had been logged. “How did you do that in three hours when we’ve been working on this for

weeks?”

“Because we’re old, my mother said simply. “And being old means we have connections, relationships, history. We know where the bodies are buried-sometimes literally. We know who owes whom favors, who’s amid of what, who can be convinced with the right pressure points.”

“It’s institutional knowledge,” my father added. “The kind you can’t learn from books or tactical manuals. You learn it by living through decades of pack politics and remembering every alliance, every betrayal, every lesson learned the hard way.”

“Also, we’re shameless about using guilt and manipulation,” my mother said cheerfully. “That helps.”

From the corner, I heard Ollie’s voice. “Is that what we’re learning? Guilt and manipulation?”

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