All Chapters of He Is Mine: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Asher’s POVThere are moments when time seems to slow down, when the air thickens and every heartbeat feels like an echo bouncing through your chest. That was exactly how it felt the moment I realized the new wolves were not just blending into Dowell’s campus like ordinary students, they were coming straight for me.It started in the courtyard, late afternoon, classes coming to an end.The sun dipped low. My instincts prickled long before I even saw them. The scent hit me first, powerful, sharp and drenched in dominance. Not one wolf. Not two. Several. My skin crawled with recognition.And then they appeared. Four of them, walking together like a wall of muscle and menace. Their presence drew eyes from the human students, though none of them could understand why they suddenly felt small.But I knew, their auras were leaking out, deliberate and suffocating, pressing down on me with every step closer they took.I froze mid-step, backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. My throat ti

Asher’s POVThe silence that came with the night felt louder than any storm. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my mind churning like a restless sea. My heart had been pounding since sunset, but now, past midnight, it was unbearable. I could still hear their voices, the new werewolves, those arrogant alphas who carried themselves like kings. The venom in their words replayed again and again: We know who you are, Asher Lowell, we know what you did.I pressed my palms against my temples, wishing I could shut it all out. But I could not do that. Their threats were not empty. They had power, influence, and above all, they had the one thing I feared most, my secret. If the Wolf Protector Council found out I was alive, if they learned that I, the disgraced boy who had “murdered” his own sister, still walked this earth, there would be no trial, only execution.My hands trembled as I reached for my backpack. I had packed and repacked it three times already, obsessively check

Dante’s POVThe human body is not supposed to feel this way. At least, that’s what I tell myself every time my chest caves in like someone’s pressing down on it from the inside.Every morning I wake up like a grieving soul, little things like breathing have become a laborious act. I try to convince myself that it’s just stress, that I’m burned out from classes, but the truth keeps creeping back with every sleepless night and every pang that rips through me when I remember Asher’s empty bed.It’s been weeks now, weeks of silence. No messages, no calls or explanations. He was just… gone.I thought I could survive it. The first few days I kept telling myself he would walk back through the door, wearing that guarded expression of his, maybe muttering some excuse about needing space. But he did not do that. And the longer he is gone, the more I feel like parts of me are disintegrating, as if my soul itself is unraveling strand by strand.At first, I tried to be rational. I told myself it

Dante’s POVMy search had never been easy, I entered places I could never have imagined I would. And somehow I was led to a crazy ass place. A fucking cabin. The cabin looked like it had been abandoned years ago, its wooden frame sagging against the weight of time. Paint peeled from the siding in long, brittle strips, and the windows were clouded with grime. But my chest tightened the moment I smelled it, the faint, sharp trace of him. Asher.I froze in place, my hand gripping the rough bark of a tree to steady myself. My lungs refused to work properly, like every breath caught on the edge of panic.After days of going through campus records, talking to anyone who had ever brushed shoulders with him, chasing whispers that vanished like smoke, I had finally believed I found him. My throat burned, emotions tangling in me until I could not tell relief from rage. Relief that he was alive and obviously within reach. Rage that he had left me to rot in silence, that he thought he could ju

Dante’s POV The fire crackled low in the corner of the cabin, shadows dancing across the rough wooden walls. I sat slouched in the chair, trying not to make it too obvious that I was watching Asher. Every evening I came here I told myself I wouldn’t stare at him like some lovesick fool, but my eyes constantly betrayed me.It was the only time in my day when I could breathe. At school, I pretended, masking my feelings behind half-hearted smiles and shallow conversations. But here, with him, even in silence, I felt whole again.Jake, Asher’s friend, the one keeping him hidden, was stretched out across the floor. He was casual in a way that grated at me sometimes, too easy with his jokes and too careless with his words. He did not understand the weight of what Asher meant to me, the way his presence held together the fragile remains of my sanity.And then it happened.Jake chuckled, tossing a peanut into his mouth. He flicked his gaze between us and smirked.“You two act like old marr