All Chapters of The Half-Life of a Werewolf: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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

Chapter 135LiamThe morning had begun like any other—quiet, almost gentle.I sat upon the throne, fingers resting against the carved arm, my thoughts drifting not to war or councils, but to Aurora. To the way she smiled when she thought no one was watching. To the calm that had settled into my chest since she became my Luna. I had never known peace could feel like this—steady, grounding. Dangerous, even, because it made me forget that peace is always borrowed.That was when the guards announced them.Cassidy’s parents entered the great hall without ceremony. No dust clung to their cloaks. No blood marked their hands. But their faces were drawn tight with exhaustion, eyes shadowed with things they wished they had not seen.My heart sank.I straightened. “Clear the hall,” I ordered calmly. “And send for my father.”My father arrived quickly, his gaze sharp the moment he saw them. We moved into the council chamber, thick stone walls sealing us away from listening ears. The torches flick

Chapter 137LiamMorning had barely touched the stone walls when the scent reached me.Blood.Not from the battlefield. Not from war.From home.Aurora slept beside me, curled into the warmth of our shared bed, her breathing slow and even. For one fragile moment, the world was still. I let myself watch her—her lashes resting against her cheeks, her hair spread like a dark halo across the pillow.Then the knock came.Urgent. Sharp. Wrong.I rose without waking her and opened the chamber door. The guard’s face was pale, eyes tight with fear.“Alpha,” he said quietly. “Two pups. From the omega territory.”The words struck like claws to my chest.Dead.The air seemed to thin. My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms as rage surged hot and uncontrollable. That was no accident. No stray beast. No internal failure.This was a message.Someone had crossed our borders—borders believed unbreakable. Someone had taken the children. Someone had killed them and vanished without a t

Chapter 139AuroraI lay curled on Liam’s side, the warmth of him still surrounding me, his arm heavy and protective at my waist. My heart felt full in a way I had never known before.I loved this man.Truly, deeply.Liam wasn’t just my mate or my husband—he was my safest place. My favorite person. The one my heart seemed to reach for without thinking.But peace never stayed long in my world.As I lay there, staring at the stone ceiling above us, my thoughts drifted back to the morning’s news. Two pups. Two innocent children. Gone.A sharp ache bloomed in my chest.I didn’t know what would happen next. I didn’t know how dark things would become. But I wanted—no, I needed—to believe that Liam and I would survive it all together.A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, trailing silently into my hair.I tried to hide it.I failed.Liam shifted instantly, his body alert even before his eyes fully opened. He pushed himself up on one arm, looking down at me with concern etched deep into h