All Chapters of He’s Mine!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SOMA: This is not my Luis. No, nothing about the man approaching me can be linked to the one I can confidently call my mate. The footsteps, his stare, it felt like he was deluded. More like possessed because the range at which he was coming at me felt completely different from the man I know. And to confirm my skepticism, I call his name, “Luis?” There was no spark of recognition from him. Not even a reaction to tell that he recognizes me. Immediately I knew how bad the situation is that I have to look up at the supposed mastermind of this whole thing — the masked man on the roof. “What did you do to him?” I ask, gritting my teeth in anger. I can swear that everything in me was telling me that I should charge at him. “What did I do to him? You’ll find out soon,” was the instant response I receive from him.

SOMA: I don’t know if I am fighting the feeling or the feeling is fighting against me. But the discomfort from it is not something my mind could withstand. Perhaps I am imagining things because suddenly I start to see the opposite of my mate right in this dark alley that I am in. Didn’t I subdue him earlier? What is going on here? As he starts to approach me, I try to move back but a force is preventing me from doing anything. I cannot move my legs and neither can I move my arms. The lightning speed he uses in catching up to me was beyond comprehension. And just like that, he has his hand tightened against my neck as he begins to snuff life out of me. That was the last feeling I got until I forcefully open my eyes to see that it was not real. My eyes try to get in line with the happenings around me as I gasp for breath. I was in a dark room just similar to the dark al

SOMA: “Did being a Black Lotus fill a void in your heart? A void that no one else knew was there?” I was tempted to ask and so I do. It was mostly out of sentiment that I proceeded with that minutes later because I had to let him dwell in his regrets. There was no doubting how bad he feels about his action. He turns around to stare at me in disgust. And to be honest, it made me feel like shit. “Why do you care?” he asks. “It’s not like you were not blessed to be outstanding in all things while I was not. So don’t come at me trying to make it seem like you’ll understand how I feel.” “Have you always had a problem with me? I didn’t ask for any of this for me,” “That... That right there is the problem I have with everything. You got all of that without requesting but it was given to the wrong person. You are the wrong person,

SOMA: The transformation, the breaking of the chains, the chaos happening outside which was apparently something I masterminded — those things should not have happened, but they all did. It all came down to using the special gear. It was something fortified to counter the weakness bestowed upon a wolfling. One of a kind and linked with my insides and energy, according to what my father had told me when he handed it over to me some years ago. What I had just done set Harold into another round of shock. How I had suddenly transformed into my spirit wolf while he was attempting to strike at me was much of a surprise to him. It should not be happening. And even I would not have pictured such a thing if I had not remembered my gear. In his stunned motion, Rainia has aggressively clawed at him, right at his chest. At the last second, he moves back to avoid her paws digging right into his chest. Inste

SOMA: Two weeks later. Two whole weeks after the Dark Moon pack went through a whole crisis because of me. Two weeks after I managed to save them in some way. And two weeks after doing the only thing I thought best at that time which was to secure my mate. Marking him was never my intention at first. I have no idea what came over me. But I would pin it on the fear of losing him once again. Claiming him was the only way I can be sure of connecting with him should I case something like what happened to the Dark Moon pack goes down again. He did the same. Yes, he marked me too. And we went a full week after that trying to ease my unquenchable pleasure. Never knew a female wolfling would fall into a week of ecstasy after being marked. One of the reasons I should have taken my time to study a lot about my kind. But it was the best one week of my life. The best I could ever wish for. I