All Chapters of Mating The Half She-Wolf: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The scent of cinnamon drifted through the air, pulling me out of bed before the alarm even had a chance to buzz. For the first time in a while, I didn’t mind being up early. My muscles still ached faintly from the stress of the past week, but something had awoken inside me—a quiet fire burning in the pit of my stomach.I padded down the stairs in fuzzy socks and found my mother humming at the stove, her back turned. She was holding on to a spatula, swaying from side to side."Morning, sunshine," she said without looking."Morning," I replied, walking over to grab two mugs from the cupboard. "You made French toast?""Figured you could use a little sugar before facing the world today."I smiled, pouring coffee into both mugs. She slid a plate stacked high with golden toast onto the table, then sat across from me. We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the clinking of forks and the occasional scrape of a chair the only sounds.Eventually, she looked up. "So," she said, her tone casua

I could still hear Shawn's voice echoing in my head from last night, still feel the way his hands had grabbed me, the way fear had turned to fury in my blood. But more than that, I could feel the aftershocks of my own strength. What I had done. What I had become.The morning sun filtered softly through the blinds, painting warm stripes across my bedroom wall. I stared at them for a long time before even attempting to move.My bones felt heavy. My heart heavier.Finally, I pulled myself out of bed and threw on an oversized hoodie. My wrist still ached a little from where I’d pushed him. Or maybe that was just the memory, because something told me as a wolf, that wouldn’t be possible.Downstairs, I found Mom at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped tightly around a mug of tea. She didn’t look up when I walked in, just gestured toward the plate of toast and eggs she’d made."Thanks," I murmured, sliding into the seat across from her.We didn’t talk much. She didn’t bring up the events of

The golden thread between Levi and me still shimmered faintly in the moonlight, tethering us to each other like a promise written into the stars. The ceremonial ground had fallen into stunned silence, the kind that wraps around your ears and makes your heartbeat sound deafening.My hands were pressed against Levi's chest, his skin warm beneath my palms. He held me like I might vanish if he let go, his forehead resting gently against mine. For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, the rustling trees, and the full moon watching over us.Then came the murmurs.Whispers spread like wildfire across the gathering. Words like "half wolf," "mate bond," "chosen," and "Luna" floated through the air like daggers laced with doubt and curiosity. I could feel the eyes, hundreds of them, watching. Judging. Waiting.Levi's arms tightened around me. "I’ve always known, Astra," he said, his voice low but firm. "From the moment I found you in the garden that first day. I felt it. I was spi

Jerry’s idea of a good morning started with a punch to the face. Not metaphorically—literally.I blocked just in time, but the force sent me skidding backward in the dirt. My shoulder screamed in protest. My lungs burned.“Get up,” he called.We’d been sparring for days now, and I hadn’t landed a single win. Not one. Jerry was always calm, always collected, and it made me want to throw something at him—preferably his own smug face.“You’re still swinging like a hammer,” he said, circling me. “Strength is great. But strength without purpose is just noise.”“I’m trying!” I snapped.“Try smarter.”We went again. And again. Each time, I tried to match him blow for blow. Each time, he used my force against me.Valerie sat nearby on a log, sipping something warm and watching with narrowed eyes. “She’s getting frustrated,” she said.“Because she’s losing,” Jerry replied.“I can hear you both,” I grunted.“You’re supposed to,” Valerie smirked.I lunged again, fast and furious—and found myself

It was three days before the tournament and I still felt unprepared. Today was different. Today, I was going to train with others.This wasn’t a private session with Levi or a quiet drill with Jerry. This was public. Half the pack was gathered—some training, some watching, most whispering.My fingers fidgeted at my sides. I could already hear the murmurs.“That’s the half-blood?”“She’s Beta Julian’s kid, right?”“Pretty, but I doubt she lasts a round.”Levi gave me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before walking off to handle a separate group. “You’ve got this, half breed.”I nodded, but my throat felt tight. The name that once made me smile now echoed like a label. Half. Almost. Not quite.“Don’t let them get in your head,” Valerie said, stepping beside me. “They’ve just never seen a girl like you win.”“I haven’t even won yet.”“You will. I’ve seen the way you move. They’re the ones who need to catch up.”I gave her a small smile, but it faltered the moment I spotted Ruby strut