All Chapters of He Is Mine: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Asher’s POVI had seen blood before, been in many situations that saw me witness a lot of blood pouring out of one person, but nothing prepared me for the sight of Jake falling. Just about three seconds ago, he was by my side, his teeth bared with claws flashing, his roar echoing through the night,the next moment, he shoved me out the way and a wolf’s strike tore through his chest, and he staggered back with a sound that would haunt me forever. His body crumpled onto the ground, his breath rattling as blood poured out of his chest and mouth, staining the floor beneath us, his blood had spilled across it due to the severity of the tear. “No, Jake!” My voice cracked. My legs moved on instinct, dropping directly beside him. I pressed my hands against the wound trying to stop the bleeding as best I could, but my palms were useless here, slick with his blood as it spilled between my fingers. His eyes, wide with pain, found mine. He tried to speak, his lips shaking and still blood fil

Dante’s POVThe headlights which instantly cut through the night were like salvation. My legs were shaking from standing so long, my chest ached with every breath.When the car slowed down, brakes hissing against the gravel road, relief washed over me so sharply that I nearly collapsed on the spot.A man leaned out the driver’s side window, he looked to be maybe in his late forties. His eyes flicked over me, narrowing in suspicion. I couldn’t blame him, I probably looked half wild myself, with sweat dripping down my temples, shirt clinging to my skin, my hair plastered to my forehead.“You okay, kid?” His voice carried that cautious tone of someone who wanted to help but wasn’t sure if I was danger or desperation.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Please, I just… I need a ride. I need to be away from here.”He studied me for a moment longer, then sighed and popped the passenger door open. “Get in. But fair warning, I gotta stop up ahead. Nature’s call. You’ll need to wait a minute.”

Asher’s POVIt had been over a week since the attack. A week since the wolves tore into my hideout and killed the only person who genuinely helped me in years.A week since I fled through the trees, dragging my battered body further into the wild where they would not find me.But I had not healed.I pressed my palm to the half-mended wound across my ribs and felt the sticky warmth of blood that refused to close.The cold air bit into me, rain dripping steadily through the canopy. Every drop against my skin was a reminder that I was still alive, but barely.The forest had become my refuge.Jake’s dying stare haunted me every time I closed my eyes. His body sprawled across the floor, lifeless.His sacrifice for me constantly rings at the back of my head like a curse. My chest burned with grief and fury.But even sharper than grief was another thought, gnawing at me like a wolf chewing through bone.Dante.He was still at that university, still tangled in the world that had drawn the hun

Asher’s POV“Hold him steady,” the woman instructed, her voice calm yet commanding as she laid out strange jars and herbs across the table.Dante tightened his grip on me, lowering me onto the surface she had cleared. I could feel his pulse against my skin where he held me, quick and unsteady, though he tried so hard to mask it.I barely had the strength to open my eyes, but I forced them to because I needed to know what she was doing. No random human should have looked so comfortable around someone bleeding out from wounds that refused to heal. Her hands didn’t shake, and at no point was she flabbergasted. She moved with the precision of someone who had seen and touched far worse.“This will burn,” she murmured, uncorking a small vial filled with liquid that smelled metallic. I wanted to tell her not to bother, that I could handle the pain, but when she pressed the soaked cloth to the torn flesh on my side, all I managed was a strangled sound in my throat. Fire spread under my s

Asher’s POV“You really think we’re chasing shadows?” Dante asked, keeping his voice low and his eyes fixed on me as we walked across the quiet campus.“Not shadows,” I muttered. “Patterns. And patterns always lead somewhere.”Dante kicked at the wet grass with his shoe, frowning. “Three werewolves dead in a pool. Same pool where a fresher’s body was dumped. That is not a coincidence. But what kind of monster would…”“Not a monster,” I interrupted. “A proper planner. Someone who knows how to make a death look like an accident.”I could feel Dante’s unease through the silence stretching between us. For a long while neither of us spoke until he finally exhaled. “Then where do we even start, Asher?” he asked.I stopped in my tracks, turning to face him. “We start where all power begins and ends in this place. The administration.”He blinked at me. “The vice chancellor?”“Exactly,” I said. “George Clayton. He has been quiet about these, and he seems to be too clean too, I have an uncle i