All Chapters of The Half-Life of a Werewolf: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 80 Aurora We reached a quiet corner, far from the laughter and music of the festival. The air there was still, heavy with the scent of pine and earth. “You look beautiful, Cassidy,” I said softly, smiling at her. “I can’t wait for you to find your mate — he’s going to be the luckiest man alive.” Cassidy gave a faint smile, her eyes flicking away. “Thank you,” she murmured. Then, her tone sharpened just slightly. “But Aurora… you should be careful around Ronan. Any friend of Selene’s rarely brings good fortune.” I laughed lightly, waving my hand. “Oh, come now. Ronan seems kind — Selene is the one with the temper. He’s been nothing but a gentleman.” Cassidy sighed, her lips pressing together. “Perhaps,” she said, lowering her voice until it was barely a whisper, “but still — be wary.” She glanced around, ensuring no one was near, then leaned closer. “Aurora, I have a plan for tonight — for your transformation.” My breath caught. “What plan?” “There’s a place beneath my

Chapter 82AuroraAfter several more games and laughter that filled the air, the host raised his hands, his voice booming over the crowd. “Now, for our final trial of the day — The Mate’s Challenge!”The audience erupted in cheers. Excitement surged like fire through the pack as the host continued, “Those who wish to join, step forward with your partners! Let the bond of trust and strength be tested!”A few couples began to rise — Bella and Lucious among them, smiling proudly as they walked hand in hand to the open ground. My heart warmed at the sight… until Ronan’s voice carried across the clearing.“Must one be true mates to join the challenge?” he asked, his tone bold yet playful.The host laughed. “Not necessarily! You need only choose a partner. But remember — whoever wins shall be called ‘Mates of the Festival.’”Ronan nodded once. “Very well then,” he said.Then, to my horror — and everyone’s amusement — he began walking toward me. My breath caught. My heart thudded painfully i

Chapter 84 Cassidy The moon had begun its slow rise above the darkened treetops, a silver eye watching over the world. Its light spilled across the clearing, and I felt my own wolf stirring beneath my skin — the familiar ache crawling through my veins. Outside the small stone dwelling, I stood alone, guilt pressing down on my chest like an iron weight. I had locked Aurora inside — chained her like a beast — and now, as the wind carried her faint sobs to my ears, I wished I could undo it all. Then came the scream. “Aurora!” I gasped, spinning toward the door. Her cry tore through the night, raw and desperate. I rushed inside, my heart hammering. She was on her knees, trembling, her body contorting as bones cracked beneath her skin. The chains clattered violently, her golden eyes flickering with wild light. “Cassidy—help! It hurts—this is too painful!” she screamed. I stumbled forward, panic clawing at my throat. “Breathe, Aurora! Just breathe and let it happen. Don’t fight i

Chapter 86 Aurora’s POV The world around me burned with sound and fury. My pulse thundered in my ears, my breath came ragged, and the walls of the cell seemed to close in like a cage meant for something far more dangerous than I ever imagined I could be. I could feel her—the wolf within—rising, furious, untamed. Her strength pulsed through every bone, every vein, a storm I could not command. I wanted to stop, to breathe, to think… but she would not listen. Her will had swallowed mine whole. The chains rattled as I pulled, the cold iron biting into my skin. Pain flashed, but it only made the fury stronger. I wanted out. I needed out. Then I heard it. A voice—steady, low, and rhythmic. Oliver. He was chanting. His words were old, soft, sacred—woven with calm. The sound pierced through the haze, and for a fleeting moment, the storm inside me eased. My breathing slowed. My claws loosened against the stone. Then his voice stopped. And the silence was unbearable. The calm shattere

Chapter 88 Liam’s POV I left the festival with fire in my chest. His words still echoed in my mind — mockery, right before the entire pack. He dared to speak to me like that? I clenched my fists. “I am the future Alpha King!” I hissed through my teeth, pointing to myself. “I deserve respect.” The laughter and drums from the festival faded behind me as I stormed into the castle. The moon was rising higher now, silver and sharp in the night sky. My wolf stirred within me — restless, angry. Transforming in this state would be a mistake. I needed to calm myself. I poured a glass of wine, the deep red liquid catching the candlelight, and took a slow sip. That’s when I saw them from my window—Aurora and Ronan—standing together in the courtyard, the moonlight gently shining on them. “Mate of the festival,” I muttered under my breath, bitterness curling my tongue. She smiled at him — that soft, radiant smile I had never seen before. Ronan returned it easily, as though it belonged to hi