Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Is Mine: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Dante All through class, I couldn't get the conversation I had with Mateo out of my head. Which was a bummer because the Ethics lecturer was doing some actual lecturing. She was a middle aged woman. Maybe her forties or late thirties and she spoke like ethics was the most interesting subject in the world. In many ways, maybe it was. The lecture hall was filled with twice as many students as archeology. Either a lot of students really liked Ethics as a subject or they were just here for the hot teacher. I heard a couple guys behind me say something to that effect. I didn't think she looked hot. She was beautiful, charming. But I couldn't see her the way the other guys were. Maybe because she reminded me too much of my own mother. The topic she was talking on was interesting but I couldn't pay attention. There were too many things on my mind. “It's Asher Lowell. Everyone's got something against him.” Mateo had said that. But did everyone really have something against Asher o

Dante I managed to go through the rest of my classes without much drama. I didn't see the short girl again nor did I run into Mateo. I took that's a good sign. I didn't realise how hungry I was until I smelt the heavenly aroma from a taco stand. My stomach growled in protest. I'd been so preoccupied by my thoughts that I'd forgotten to eat. While I dug into my tacos, I studied the map of the school I'd snagged from a bench earlier. Some student had probably forgotten it there. Well that was his or her luck . Finders keepers. I didn't have my phone with me so I needed something to pass the time. The map showed my next class was almost all the way on the other side of campus. For the upteenth time I wondered what the engineers were thinking. It made no sense to me. It was all white and silver-or was it chrome,- walls and artistically carved rose bushes and dome shaped rooftops. Perfect for taking cool pictures for I*******m and making cool tiktoks. Navigation wise, It just plai

Dante “Hey Nora.” I said, warmth flooding through me at the sound of her voice. “How are you?” I asked tenderly. “How am I? Oh I'll tell you how I bloody am!” She shrieked louder.I smiled fondly and plopped myself on the bed. I missed her. Deeply. Every part of her. Including the part that was currently screaming my ears off. I couldn't hear half of what she was saying, but just listening to the babble of her voice was comforting. “.... And then I called your mother who promised she was going to call you but turns out she forgot cause she got busy at work and I couldn't get to anyone else to get to you cause it's a freaking new school, and you haven't bothered to call me since you got there anyway so I was like, why even bother? He didn't think to call or text his girlfriend in over twenty four hours so maybe I should do the same. He obviously doesn't care anymore, but then I decided to call one last time and swore to God if you didn't pick up, it was over.” She finally paused

Asher For a few seconds, I didn't know if he was talking to me even though the voice was in my head. For some wild reason, I thought he was speaking specifically to Dean. He must have noticed my confusion because he repeated the exact message again, like a record player. Then again and again and again for a total of five times. Then he snarled to buttress the point in case five repetitions didn't do the trick, and then he turned around and loped into the night. I stood there wondering what to do with myself. It was a dark and quiet alley. No one about. No one had seen what happened. I was still in my wolf form but I had no idea how to change back. I cleared my throat awkwardly and called out to him, “Dean?” “Yes, Master?” He answered gruffly. “I'd like to change back now.” “Go ahead Master.” “I…I don't know how.” I stuttered. “Just will me back in, Master.” “Can we stop with the Master thing? My name is Asher. You know that.” I said, pissed off, but didn't show i

Asher My skin crawled with goosebumps. Dean growled in my mind but he didn't push himself out. The rogue wolf hunter was here. The howl split the air again and this time I calmed my frantic nerves long enough to trace where the sound was coming from. I couldn't trace it. It sounded like it came from everywhere around me. I felt Dean push out but only to the very edge. This helped to heighten my senses not to the extent of a full wolf but almost. My fangs pushed out a little and my fingers pushed out into claws at the tips. We listened again. Three howls. It was always three howls. The third howl felt like it took forever. In that time I remembered my conversation with the doctor and how he felt sorry for me. He discharged me that day and told me I could stay in his house for the time being. He lived with his wife who was very human but knew about werewolves and their two kids who were still under the age of six and so hadn't shown whether they were werewolf or human. It was the