All Chapters of He Is Mine: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dante's POVThe sky was bright and beautiful tonight. The darkness did not consume the town and it would not do that this night. A pale, stretched moon hung lazily in the sky, glowing cold and indifferent. The kind of night where the world felt still, too quiet. And yet, here I was, again, on the rooftop. My stupid makeshift safe haven. Blankets pulled up to my chest, hoodie zipped tight, and breath fogging in the air like ghosts.It was getting harder to lie to myself.I kept saying I was fine. That Nora’s breakup text did not get to me. That I had not read it a hundred times, looking for some nuance I missed. That her sudden, effortless exit had not left a hole I did not know how to patch.But truth was? I had been going crazy. Everything I did the last few days had been, weird. Cleaning my side of the room with obsession. Skipping meals. Sleeping all day and staying up all night. Snapping at people who asked me what was wrong. And now this, curling up on a freezing rooftop like

Asher's POVI sat still, my back against the low wall of the rooftop, eyes locked on Dante’s unconscious body. The moon still hung heavy in the night sky. Its light made his skin look almost translucent, like he could shatter at any moment. I swallowed hard. Dean was pacing in my head, snarling, restless. "You let him see us," he growled. "Let me finish what you can't.""No," I snapped mentally, gritting my teeth.“I love him, but he is a human, he is a threat. He saw everything. He saw me."I clenched my fists against the cold floor. “He is not saying anything. I will make sure of it.”Dean howled again, pushing against the inside of my skull, frustrated and violent. But I did not move. I couldn’t. The image of Dante’s eyes widening in horror before he collapsed still lingered. I had not meant for this to happen. Not like this.I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down. The full moon's pull was fading now. I was fully back to my human form, my breathing was ragged, with sweat cl

Asher's POV "No. Don't even think about that.” My voice sliced through the silence of the night like a blade. Dante had just suggested that I stay away from him and he would stay away from me. And we both can just carry on with our lives. But I can't, I would never do such a thing. Not after what he saw, not after what he knows now. His eyes widened at my blunt rejection, his lips parting in silent disbelief. Pretty sure it was a combination of confusion and fear oozing out of his eyes. He had sat up, his back pressing against the cool concrete of the rooftop, I had walked away but I turned to look back at him. He was far from me as he could manage without toppling over the edge. He still looked pale, the aftershock of my transformation written all over his face. "No?" he repeats my statement, as though he had not heard it right. I did not flinch. "You don’t get to just walk away from this, Dante. Not from me." I walked slowly toward him, I stood tall, my arms crossed

Mateo's POV“Hey Mateo, would you like to dance with me?” One of the pretty girls at the party, Evelyn said to me all of a sudden. I was flattered but I was not in the mood for any of that stress. “Maybe later, I have to catch up on something now.” I responded to her and she giggled and left. Wondered what she giggled about though. Oh well. The music was already pulsing through the air by the time I leaned back against the decorated stone wall near the edge of the school gym, a red plastic cup clutched loosely in my hand. The after-party was in full swing. And it was not just in the gym alone, it had covered up a good part of the school, everyone was vibing and everything. People were outside, making out, getting drunk and doing all sorts of things. I stepped out a bit to get a whiff of fresh air. Laughter echoed across the field where long tables were crammed with leftover snacks and open bottles, the huge lights portraying golden halos over grooving bodies. I was there, surround

Mateo’s POVIt was not just about the money anymore as it initially was.That used to be my primary focus, how much cash I could squeeze out of this crazy situation. When I first saw Asher change that night, standing there with his clothes torn and his body morphing into something straight out of a supernatural thriller, the thought that screamed in my head was not just what the hell, it was a jackpot to get more drugs. But now… now it was something else entirely.I sat in my room, the light from the screen of my laptop bathing my face. The cursor blinked like it was mocking me for not typing, for not moving forward. But my mind was elsewhere, rewinding the scene over and over again, savoring it like the finest wine.Asher. The king of the school. The golden boy everyone worships. The guy who walks into a room and suddenly everyone wants to be his friend, or his girl. He had perfect grades, the perfect body. And some bozo will say perfection does not exist. I hate him for being all