All Chapters of The Half-Life of a Werewolf: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111AuroraDinner had been warm and surprisingly peaceful.Grandma hummed happily as she ate, and my father kept staring around the hall as if he couldn’t believe food tasted this good in another world.“You guys are getting comfortable,” I teased, dropping into my seat.Grandma grinned. “If comfort tastes like this, then yes, I am very comfortable.”I laughed and started eating, but somewhere down the corridor, voices rose—sharp, angry, echoing like thunder against stone walls.My wolf senses tingled.Someone was furious.I stood immediately. “I’ll be right back.”I followed the sound through the long corridor, past guards who bowed at my passing. The air grew tense the closer I got, thick with hostility.A man stood before the King—tall, broad, thunder in his voice.“I demand to see my daughter,” he roared. “Where is Selene!”Selene’s father.Alpha Atlas.The King remained seated, expression carved from stone. “You will hold your temper, Atlas. Your daughter defied me and di

Chapter 113Aurora I woke to the first light creeping across the Vale, my mind heavy but determined. Today, I would make the decision I had been avoiding. I had to agree. To the marriage. My heart still fluttered at the thought, but I knew it was the only way to secure my safety and gain the time I needed to master the powers that pulsed within me.After preparing myself, I left my chamber and walked toward Liam’s quarters. I hesitated at the door, raising my hand to knock, but found it already ajar. Curiosity drew me in, and I stepped lightly into the room, immediately taken aback by its austere magnificence.The chamber was large and imposing, yet refined, filled with the scent of strength and discipline. Dark wood lined the walls, adorned with weapons and relics that spoke of centuries of pride and power. A wide canopy bed stood in one corner, draped in heavy fabrics, and a large hearth occupied the opposite side, embers glowing faintly as though the room itself breathed. The air

Chapter 115 LiamThe woods greeted us with their familiar hush, the moonlight spilling through the branches like silver water. My mother stood at the center of the glade—graceful, ageless, her presence both comforting and painful. It had been moons since I last saw her, yet the scent of her warmth felt like a memory that never left.She smiled at me, soft yet knowing.“I heard about your mate… the golden-eyed girl.”My jaw tightened.“What?” I stepped closer. “That is impossible. It should not have spread that fast.”Lucious looked between us, confused.“Mother… how do you know about her secret?”She gave a small, cunning smile.“Do not worry yourselves. I am deeply invested in your affairs—more than you realize. I have an insider. But rest assured, the secret hasn't spread through the Vale. It reached only me.Her voice was gentle, but something in it unsettled me.“It does not add up,” I growled quietly. “How can you know what others do not? Who is this insider? How is he preventin

Chapter 117 LiamI strode into my father’s chambers with the resolve of a warrior marching toward destiny. The torches crackled against the stone walls, shadows bowing at my steps as if the Vale itself knew change was coming.“Father,” I said, standing tall before his throne, “Aurora has agreed to marry me. I want the union and my coronation to be held the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow will be used to prepare for the event. There is no time to waste.”The King rose sharply, eyes blazing. “What madness drives you? Can’t you see the chaos your mate drags behind her? Can’t you see what she has brought into our midst?”I held his gaze, unflinching.“Do not lay blame upon her,” I answered. “She did not choose her fate. But I choose mine. And I choose to stand beside her. I will wed her, claim the mantle that is rightfully mine, and restore order to this pack.”“You are older,” he said, voice tight with anger, “yet you have not grown wiser. You hunger for power and nothing more.”“Yes,” I a

Chapter 119 AuroraI woke up exhausted, my limbs heavy, my thoughts scattered.Maybe it was the long night… or perhaps it was the realization that my wedding was literally tomorrow.I still couldn’t fully believe it.Yesterday, we finally managed to find three wedding gowns. It had taken forever, and every dress was either too regal, too dramatic, or too much like an ancient princess from a scroll. In the end, we made good choices, and I picked a soft blue old gown embroidered with silver moon-thread. It felt magical… but also like something from a world that still didn’t fully belong to me.I hoped everyone liked it.Grandma had already adjusted to life here shockingly well—she was practically thriving. Father was still unsure, still trying to understand this world, but he was adapting too.I had barely pushed myself upright when my door burst open.Cassidy, Bella, and the maid came sweeping in like a small hurricane of ancient feminine authority.The maid carried a tray of food. “E