Semua Bab He Is Mine: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Asher’s POVThe forest was quiet in a way the city never could be. Silence that pressed against your ears until you almost believed you’d gone deaf. I preferred it this way, no walls, no random stares, no constant reminder that danger could spill from any corner.But tonight the silence wasn’t comfort. It was warning.I crouched low, listening, watching the tree line for the shift I’d sensed earlier.Shadows moved differently when something unnatural slipped between them, and I’d seen enough with hunters on my trail to know when the wind carried more than just the scent of pine.And there it was again. The crunch of deliberate footsteps, not careless animal scurrying. Slow, purposeful, patient. Whoever it was knew the forest, and they knew I was here.I drew in a breath, steadying myself. “Fernando,” I muttered under my breath.The name felt tough. The last time I’d heard it, it had been nothing more than a rumor among pack. The demon hunter who didn’t just kill monsters, he studied

Dante’s POVThe ropes burned against my wrists, deeper every time I shifted. My shoulders ached from being pulled backward, and the air in this damp room clung to my skin like a heavy veil. I told myself to stay calm, but being calm felt impossible when every shadow could hide another blade.The men who had dragged me here weren’t amateurs.They weren’t like the thugs who harassed the outskirts of town. These men had training. They belonged to something larger. Something with structure.And at the center of it should be that Fernando, which Asher spoke about. I had not seen him directly yet, but the way his name was spoken, like a law, like a curse, was enough to chill me. His reputation carried itself into the room before he ever would. I tried not to imagine what he’d do when he finally stepped through that door.I forced my breathing into slow, deliberate counts. One, two, three, four. If I gave in to panic, they’d win before the fight even began.One of the guards leaned agains

Asher’s POVThe time for blood had finally come. I had studied the warehouse so thoroughly these past nights that I could see it in my sleep, every corridor, blind corner and rusted door that opened with a screech. I told myself I was ready, but the truth was no amount of memorizing lines on a page or walking the perimeter under cover of darkness could prepare me for what I might find inside. Still, hesitation had never saved anyone, and it sure as hell would not save Dante. Tonight, I would walk into the wolf’s jaws if it meant bringing him back.Slipping past the first set of guards wasn’t hard. Their rotations were lazy, one distracted by a cigarette, the other muttering into a phone. I ducked through the shadows and pushed further into the building, my ears tuned to the littlest creak of metal. The deeper I went the more the walls seemed to close in, corridors stretching long and narrow, each step drawing me closer to the point of no return.I turned a corner and for a heartbe

Asher’s POV“You think you can stand against me?” Gustavo’s voice carried across the room like it owned every corner, his chest rising as though he had waited years for this moment.“You were never meant to lead, boy, you were meant to die the night you were cast out, and tonight I finish what should have been done then”“All talk and no work,” I said, claws scraping against the cracked floor as I moved closer, my voice carrying the weight of the beast inside me, “how about you do some work.”He laughed, a deep guttural sound, his body shifting, fur bristling as his form grew monstrous. His eyes glowed like molten coal and his arms stretched into thick, clawed weapons. When his bones snapped into place, the sound was like branches breaking in a storm, and still he grinned, baring teeth very sharp. “You will bleed for me, Asher, every drop will be my victory”I lunged first, my claws slicing through the air toward his throat, but he was faster than I expected, ducking low and driving

Anna’s POV“I can’t keep this anymore,” I whispered, though the silence in the chamber made my words louder than I intended. My father’s eyes, sharp even in his frailty, lifted to mine. The pack council sat in their half circle around us, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion, the weight of judgment pressing on me before I even spoke further.My throat ached, but the words could not wait. “It wasn’t all Asher,” I said, my voice trembling. “It was me. My envy, my weakness. I didn’t want him to be Alpha. I wanted it for myself, I thought I could carry it. And when I failed, Uncle Elijah found me. He bound me with magic,vtwisted me, made me believe that betraying Asher would give me what I thought I deserved. I…” my breath broke, tears stinging, “I helped him because I was desperate. And I lied to you, Father, to all of you. I let you believe Asher was the problem when it was me.”Murmurs rippled through the council, soft growls and sharp breaths. I felt each sound pierce