All Chapters of He Is Mine: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Asher’s POVDean was killing me.It was not even subtle anymore. He was constantly clawing at the edges of my mind from the moment I woke up until the moment I fell into a restless, sweaty sleep. Every sound Dante made, every shift of his weight in the bed across the room, felt like a match struck inside my chest.It had been days since I had been able to think straight. The space between us was charged, almost tangible. His scent lingered in every corner of this hostel room, seeping into my skin until I could no longer tell where I ended and he begun.I kept telling myself I could hold on, that I could keep Dean in check, but that was a lie I had been repeating until it was worn paper-thin.And he knew it.Dean knows I was crumbling."Take him, Now." His voice in my head was a growl, low, demanding and desperate. "You have waited long enough. He is literally right there. You can feel him wanting you back."I gritted my teeth and tried to shut him out, but he was relentless. And one

Asher’s POVNow, laying here, so close that I could feel the heat rolling off him, I realize how wrong I was, there was no turning back, but it would break me in half if I had to do it. My breath was shaky and I swear the room felt smaller than it did just minutes ago. It was just us in this bubble of silence, and every unspoken thought, every repressed urge, filled the space until I could hardly breathe.Dante had not moved. His back was still to me, but his shoulders were a map of everything he was not saying. He was holding himself stiff, like if he gave me even an inch, we would both collapse into something neither of us could undo.Dean was clawing at me from inside, snarling in demand. “Touch him. Don’t wait. You have waited long enough.”My fingers twitched against the sheets. I gave in before I even realised it. My hand drifted forward, I was hesitant, trembling like I was about to step off a cliff. My fingertips brushed the fabric of his shirt, just lightly, and even that co

Asher’s POVThe authorities were finally able to lift the body out of the water. The air around the training pool was covered with panic, usually it would be chilly, but today was hot. Students were crying, others were whispering in frightened tones, while the professors were barking orders in an attempt to restore some semblance of order. But none of that mattered to me. The moment my eyes fell on the blood-soaked body sprawled against the edge of the pool, my instincts sharpened like a blade.Gasps rippled through the crowd, sharp intakes of breath that mixed with the stench of iron and chlorine. Most people were horrified, understandably so. Most were too human to see past the carnage. But I was not most. My vision was already shifting, my senses began leaning into the primal side of me, and the truth was unraveling in layers only I could perceive.I let go of Dante's hand and went toward the body, ignoring the warning cries telling everyone to step back. I was not listening, a

Asher’s POVPeople had been constantly whispering, sobbing, huddled together in fear, but all I could hear was the relentless pounding of my own heart and the low, dangerous growl of Dean in the back of my mind.This is not the end, he was saying, his voice sharp, vibrating through my bones like the roll of distant thunder. This is the only the beginning, you know it. You feel it. “Hmmm” I responded Another wolf would not waste effort on just one. This is the first strike.And he was right. I hated him for it, but he was right. The bloody, mangled fresher in the pool wasn’t just a tragedy, it was more of a message, one I could almost read in the way the body was left, the scent clinging to it like rot. The other wolf wasn’t hunting at random. This was deliberate, carefully planned. A warning, maybe… or a declaration.The thought gnawed at me until I could not sit still anymore. I paced the length of the dorm room, every step reverberating with unease. My hands shaking when I tried

Mateo’s POVThe plan had been gnawing at me for days, festering in the corners of my mind like a splinter I could not dig out. The image of Asher, standing with me, yet being superior, his words dripping with threat, still burned hot in my chest. No. I would not be the fool, I would not be the one left trembling in the shadow of a monster. The first problem was simple. I needed cash. Not the allowance my father wired into my account monthly to keep me quiet, but real money. The kind that opened doors. The kind that made men whisper your name in smoke-filled rooms.I sat opposite my father in his office one evening, the smell of brandy heavy in the air, shelves of books looming around us like silent judges. He sat in his leather chair, glasses perched low on his nose, his thinning hair slicked back in that old-fashioned way.“You have been quiet lately,” he said, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “I was beginning to enjoy the peace.”I forced a smile. “Just busy, Dad. Universi