All Chapters of He Is Mine: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Mateo's POVThe joyous news hit like lightning.I stood there in the middle of the field, surrounded by the rest of the team, the words still ringing in my ears: "Mateo Fernandez, you are the new captain of the university football team. I trust you would lead the boys to victory, and imbibe in them the proper spirit of teamwork, hardwork and everything else. Do not let me down.”Coach's voice had been clear, sharp, unshaken. Almost like he practiced that speech all week. I smirked when I thought of that, I'm sorry. I could not stop the way my lips curled upward, I felt bigger, bolder. I can't explain the way my chest swelled with something dangerously close to pride. Me. Not Asher. It was me. Overexcitement consumed me. For a while now, I had trained under his shadow, admired him even when he was cruel, tried to match his pace, his skill, his fire. But Asher had always been the golden boy. The one with raw talent and natural dominance. No one questioned his position. Not even me.U

Asher's POVIt started with silence.Not the kind that screamed or weighed down the air, just a quiet hum of restraint I had to learn to live with. I needed to fix things with Dante and if I was going to do that with Dante, it had to start with me shutting up Dean, my damn wolf. He was too aggressive whenever we saw Dante, he wanted to claim him. To have him all to ourselves. But then, there was a part of me that still felt angry for everything, like 5%, but it was still there. That part of me that snarled every time he walked by, the part that remembered every slight, every insult, every rejection, and most of all, the report. But I was tired of fighting.I wanted peace. With him.Dante did not look at me the same anymore. His glances were brief, guarded, like I was just a stranger passing through his line of sight. And honestly? That hurt more than his glares ever did.So I made a decision, one that felt impossible a few weeks ago.I was going to earn back his trust.It had to be

Nora’s POVHis picture was stuck on my screen, I could not scroll away, I smiled when the memories played in my head. Then I scrolled to a picture where he was shirtless, oh dear God, I could feel my thighs become swampy, it took me back to the day he gave me the craziest backshots in the shower. It was to die for. I needed to feel him again. I never thought being away from Dante would be this hard. It was like there was this constant ache in my chest that refused to fade.I usually walk through my days at the new university like a shadow of myself, drifting from class to class, barely registering anything. My textbooks lie open on my desk, pages blurred by the tears I pretend are not there. I have tried to keep myself busy, to drown myself in schoolwork, but it just does not work. Nothing does.I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. No new messages. I sigh and drop it beside me. His distant nature only made me miss him more. “Hey,” my roommate Sarah says gently from he

Mateo’s POVI thought by using my captaincy role, humiliating Asher would bring satisfaction. I thought if I made him slip, fumble, or lose his rhythm during training, I would finally feel like I was in control. But I was wrong.Every smirk I gave him during drills, every subtle elbow, every snide comment meant to rattle him, he just absorbed it and kept going. It did not make him worse. It made him sharper. Hungrier.Despite everything I have tried, he still runs the show around here and everyone just enjoys glazing him. And now here we were.It was the quarterfinal game. Tied at 2-2. The crowd was roaring and hopeful. The sun was melting into the horizon, casting this beautiful light across the pitch, adding to the usual flood lights, and everyone’s heart was on edge.I could feel the tension in my spine, the ache in my calves. We needed a win. One goal would settle it. That is all.Coach barked something from the sideline, but it was lost in the roar.I had my shot deflected, and

Asher's POV “Hey, good game today Asher.” Some random dude said to me, on my my way. “Yea, thanks man.” I had replied absent-mindedly, I had been doing that for the past thirty minutes or thereabout. My jaw was starting to ache from the smile I was giving. But I did not stop. The energy buzzing in my veins as I walked back to the dorm was electric.My phone would not stop vibrating, messages, mentions, memes, and very importantly praise from the team group chat. I had my AirPods in, laughing along with the guys on a voice call."Asher, bro! What was going through your mind when you got the ball for that third goal?" Malik asked, his voice full of awe.I grinned, slowing my steps. "Honestly? I saw that gap between the defenders, and everything else just went quiet. It was like... tunnel vision you know. The ball, the goal, it all lined up. Eye for goal, man. You know how it is."They all howled. "That eye needs to be insured!" someone yelled. "He is the goddamn MVP!""For real, we