All Chapters of He Is Mine: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Mateo’s POVSilver.Every site I read, every blog, every old legend, it all said the same thing, silver burns them, weakens them, kills them if you drive it deep enough. I had read the words so many times that they were practically carved into my brain. It was their kryptonite. Their one true weakness.So when I held that small silver bracelet in my palm, feeling the cold of it against my skin, I could not help the smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. This was it, my first move. The first step in proving everything I had learned, and in taking him down.The plan was a simple and easy one. Foolproof, even. All I had to do was get close to him, close enough to make him touch it. If silver really was poison to his kind, then one touch would tell me everything I needed to know.And when it works? When I see him startled, when I see the pain flash across his face? That is when I will know for sure that I am in control.I slipped the bracelet into my pocket and grabbed my phone, heading

Mateo’s POVThe hostel corridors were more quiet than usual. It was really late, the kind of late where the hum of the vending machine was the only noise heard at the time. My mind was already buzzing, I had been turning over different scenarios in my head, trying to map out the perfect way to dismantle Asher without exposing myself too soon. Each idea had ended up in the trash pile of my brain: too risky, too weak, too obvious. I was running low on patience.I rounded the corner toward the common room, intending to grab my phone charger from my locker, when I stopped dead in my tracks.Asher and Dante were together. The sight was strange enough to make me pause, it was not hostile, not openly friendly either, but they were close enough to be in the same space without blood being shed. That in itself was…generally unusual, although recently, they have been close. I leaned against the wall just out of view for a moment, carefully studying them. Dante’s posture was rigid, his jaw w

Asher’s POVI could smell them before I even saw them. The strong scent of Mateo’s cologne, expensive and layered on just too much, mixed with Dante’s more neutral scent.Both lingered in the narrow hallway outside the old study room in the hostel. My senses, always attuned to the smallest changes in the environment, immediately picked up the subtle shift in tone between their voices. It was not casual. It was not friendly. It was hushed and far too deliberate for two people who were supposedly just “talking.”I slowed my pace, my steps silent against the floor. My kind can move differently, fluid, noiseless, instinctively predatory. The light above buzzed in my ears like static, masking the soft shuffle of my boots as I closed the distance.“…I am telling you, this could work,” Mateo’s voice was sharp but low, edged with the kind of certainty that comes from obsession.“And what if he finds out?” Dante’s voice was tighter, laced with a fear he was trying to disguise. “He is… not exa

Mateo’s POVI could no longer hear the hum of the heater anymore.It was still there, I was conscious of that at least, it was low, constant and filled up the silence, but after Asher walked out, the sound seemed swallowed up by something louder inside my own head.My pulse racing, my thoughts feeling and his voice which carried its aura. That annoying yet calm and deliberate voice.“You have got a problem, Mateo.”I gripped my phone so tightly my fingers ached. The smooth glass pressed against my palm, grounding me, but only barely. My mouth was dry, my chest tight like someone had wound a belt around my ribs and pulled until it hurt to breathe.It was not the first time someone had tried to threaten me. I had heard people talk big before, thinking they could intimidate me. But this… this was not an empty one. He knew.And the worst part? He was not bluffing.I knew the difference between posturing and certainty. Asher wasn’t the type to throw out a threat unless he could deliver.

Asher’s POVThe tension in our room felt heavier than usual, dense, charged, like it was a thunderstorm waiting to break. I sat on the edge of my bed, my elbows resting on my knees, staring at nothing but hearing everything. His heartbeat, his breathing. The faint rustle of fabric as he shifts on his mattress.Dean prowls inside me, pacing like a caged beast who can't wait to get out. You know, he smells good today, Dean growls, voice rough in my mind, he always smells good, sweet, warm. Like something I want to keep.You need to stop, I snap internally, though my gaze drifts to Dante without meaning to. He was lying there with his phone in hand, pretending to scroll, but I can feel his eyes flick toward me when he thinks I am not looking. Every movement of his catches me. The way his hair falls slightly into his face. The slow stretch of his arm as he adjusts his pillow. The sound of him swallowing his saliva, it is maddening. My senses are heightened, and every little thing he does