All Chapters of The Half-Life of a Werewolf: Chapter 131 - Chapter 134

Chapter 131 Liam I had thought strength was loud. That it roared in battle cries, in sharpened claws and bloodied ground, I had believed power lived only in those who stood at the front with weapons raised, who could tear through enemies and return without fear in their eyes. I was wrong. I realized it the moment I stood among the omegas—not above them, not separated by rank or throne, but within their space, breathing the same air, watching them move. They did not rush. They did not boast. They did not bend their heads in fear. They worked. Aurora stood at the center of their clearing, eyes closed, breath uneven. I could feel the pull of her power even from where I stood—a quiet pressure, like the air before a storm. Her golden wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless, immense. It frightened her. I saw it in the tightness of her shoulders, the way her fingers trembled before she stilled them. The omegas did not crowd her. They formed a wide circle instead, leaving space. A

Chapter 133 Aurora I returned to the castle long after dusk, my body aching but light, as though something inside me had finally been set in motion. The Omega lands had done that to me—quiet strength, calm discipline, a kind of power that didn’t roar but endured. And Liam… Liam had watched it all with a softness that still made my chest tighten. I thought of the kiss. Heat crept into my cheeks as I climbed the stairs to my chambers. After speaking briefly with my father and grandmother, reassuring them that I was safe, I retreated into the quiet of my room. I bathed, letting warm water wash away the dust of training, then dressed in a silk night gown—pale, flowing, ancient in cut. It felt strange to wear something so delicate after a day of pushing my limits, but it felt right too. The room was dim, lit by lanterns and moonlight. Liam’s maps were spread across the table—battle lines, borders, notes written in a hand I still struggled to read. I circled them, amused. “Doe