Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Is Mine: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Dante’s POVThe sound of the council’s clapping began to die down in the chamber when Asher turned his head toward me. His gaze caught mine, steady and unflinching, and I saw him smile. Not the guarded smirk he used when he was hiding something, not the mocking curve of his lips he offered to his enemies, but a genuine smile. Small and very real.It should have warmed me completely, filled me with relief that at last he had found the acceptance denied him for years. And in some ways, it did. Watching him stand there in front of his father, not as an outcast but as the rightful heir, stirred a strange pride in me. I had fought beside him, bled beside him, carried his secrets, and now I stood witness as he was given back the name and place stripped from him.But beneath that warmth, something unsettled me.I did not show it, of course. I stood tall, my expression calm, my body language as steady as I could manage.But inside, unease twisted through me. Power changes people. I had see

Asher’s POVThe chamber felt colder than it should have. The stone walls, that would usually be so severe, pressed in with an unfamiliar weight now that I stood before the council as Alpha.Rows of elders stared at me with that mixture of pride and scrutiny that could cut a man in half.Their robes whispered as they shifted, their eyes waiting for me to speak. For weeks I had dreamed of this moment, of proving myself, of stepping into a role I had been born to claim, but standing there, I found myself haunted.Elijah’s voice lingered in my mind, quiet but persistent, like smoke seeping through cracks in the walls.You are mine to break. You’ll never be free of me. Every oath I took felt like it could crumble if he whispered loud enough. I swallowed hard, forcing my gaze to remain steady.The High Elder leaned forward, his lined face shadowed by the candles at his side. “Alpha Asher,” he said slowly, as though testing the name on his tongue, “the pack looks to you. They expect clarity,

Dante’s POVThe night had been quiet before it broke. I was sitting near the porch steps of the pack house, thinking of how strange it still felt to call this land ours, when the silence fractured with a crack like splitting bone. Flames licked the edge of the woods before I even understood what I was seeing. One tree lit, then there was another, and soon the horizon was smeared with angry red.The first scream tore through the darkness, a sound that made every wolf jerk to attention. I stood frozen for a heartbeat, watching shadows dart between the trees, figures moving too fast, too fluid to be anything human. It was not a hunt. It was more of an invasion.“Asher!” I called out, spinning toward the door. He was already there, pushing it open, his eyes sharp, his body half-shifted as if instinct had dragged the wolf out before thought could catch up.“Elijah,” he said flatly, as though the name itself explained everything. His gaze raked over me once, firm and unyielding. “You are

Dante’s POVI’d never seen so much blood on Asher's body before. Asher was limp in the arms of the guards as they carried him back to the pack house, his fur matted crimson, his breathing shallow. I walked beside them, numb, every step felt like an eternity. My hands shook, and I kept them clenched tight at my sides so no one would see. I had to hold it together. But inside, I was unraveling.I could not erase the image of him collapsing, and I could not forget the way his eyes dimmed right after Elijah’s body fell still. For a moment, I had thought I’d lost him. The terror of that thought had not left me, and I wasn’t sure it ever would.“Set him down,” the healer ordered as we reached the infirmary. The guards obeyed, lowering Asher onto the wide bed. His wolf form shimmered, breaking apart until his human body lay bloodied and broken before us.I sucked in a shaky breath. Cuts tore jagged lines across his chest and arms, bruises darkened his skin, and his side looked caved in.

Dante’s POVLife in the pack house was even more weird than the first few weeks I spent here. When Asher insisted I moved in after finals, I thought maybe, just maybe, it would be easier now. And that killing Elijah had put an end to the whispers, the suspicion. That the pack would see me as Asher’s mate and nothing else.But I was wrong.Everywhere I went, I still felt their eyes on me. Some were cautious, some hostile, most just…uncertain. I wasn’t one of them. Not born here. Not bonded the way they all believed fated mates should be. I was an outsider who had somehow caught the Alpha’s heart, and no one knew what to do with that.One night, I overheard two Omegas in the kitchen.“He can’t be his mate,” one hissed, voice low but sharp. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, but this… this feels like one.”“Keep your voice down,” the other muttered. “If the Alpha hears… ”“He should hear! How can we follow someone who mates outside the bond? It’s unnatural.”I didn’t wait to hea