All Chapters of He Is Mine: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ASHERMy eyes averted to the door when Dante walked in with a small smile on his face. What was with him being so neutral about everything? The Dante I knew would have run miles away from me after what happened last night.He put his bag down on the desk. “Are you hungry?” He asked, bringing out something like cup noodles. “I bought this from the store opposite the school. It's called ramyeon, but I'm sure you'd like it.”For some reason, that made me feel unsettled. I didn't like the way he was trying to warm up with me and things didn't seem to add up, especially not after seeing him and Mateo together.Only God knows what they were talking about. What if they were after me or something? Could they be working against me? Was that the reason for his switched-up attitude?“Here you go,” he said, handing me the cup noodles. I stared down at the cup noodles, and my eyes slowly making back its way to him.He stared at the noodles and suddenly let out a short laugh. “I forgot the seasoni

Asher“You say that now. Until he loses control. Until he chooses the dark.” I scoffed. What the hell is wrong with Dean?“You and I know we would never let him,” Dean replied.“You can’t stop what’s in his blood,” I remarked, growling in frustration.I pushed off the wall and kept walking, fists clenched so tight my claws broke through skin. The scent of my blood grounded me, but only barely.I did not want to admit it.Didn’t want to give voice to the fear curling up in my gut like smoke, because my wolf wasn’t entirely wrong. Yes, we needed to protect Dante. What I felt for him was not ordinary. I can't deny the mate bond between us. However, there is more to Dante that I do not want to think about now.But I also was not wrong.Dante was… changing. Ever since the last time we met. Why did he try to be nicer? Ever since the full moon bled red and my power spiked so high, the trees around him turned to ash.He had said nothing, just stared at my own hands like he didn’t recognize th

Asher's POVThe scent of Dante still clung to the room, warmth, old paper, and something else, something distinctly him. I shut the door behind me as softly as I could, heart pounding, not from fear, but from the sheer ache of being so close to the one person I was trying so damn hard to stay away from.I moved like a shadow, silent against the tile floor. The place was painfully familiar. His hoodie was tossed carelessly on the bed, his books were stacked in their usual chaotic order on the desk, and a crumpled paper towel lay beside a half-finished bottle of water. Every detail felt like a snapshot of a life I didn’t deserve to touch.I moved toward the drawer again, even though I’d already taken what I came for the night before, his bracelet. Dante’s lucky bracelet.It was in my pocket now, tucked away like a secret I had no right to keep. Today, I wasn’t here to steal anything. I was here to convince myself that I was doing the right thing, and just then, the keys jingled outside t

Dante’s POV“Oh-uh man, snow was in this pool or something?” My teammate, Dumont said with a smile.The water was freezing today. The moment I stuck a foot in it, I had goosebumps.This was the kind of cold that wrapped around your bones and lingered even after you climbed out. I hated days like this. It made everything feel heavier, my limbs, my thoughts, my heart.The pool echoed with shouts and splashes, the sharp whistle of Coach Randall cutting through the air as we dove in again and again, grinding through another brutal relay practice.I needed this outlet. I kept telling myself that.I needed something to ease the ache of being ignored, pushed aside, and turned invisible by the only person who had ever made me feel seen.Asher.The name alone sparked something volatile inside me. And now, I could not escape him. I joined the swim team to clear my head, to move forward. But the universe, in its usual cruel irony, had other plans. Asher was already here, not just a member of the

Mateo’s POV “So, what you are telling me,” I said, smirking as I stirred my overly sweet iced coffee, “is that she tripped over your towel and still gave you her number?”Jules groaned, slamming her locker shut. “No, she tripped, but I caught her. Like a damn rom-com moment. The towel was incidental.”“Incidental,” I repeated with a chuckle. “Right.”“I swear, Teo, if you were not so charmingly annoying, I would punch you.”I raised both hands in mock surrender. “I live to serve.”The locker room buzzed with the usual pre-practice banter. I caught glimpses of Dante stretching alone at the far end, his headphones in, eyes low. He had not been talking much lately, not to me, not to Amir, definitely not to Asher. Something had shifted. The tension between those two could curdle milk.I did not know what had happened during that last blow-up, but even I could feel the fallout vibrating through the team like an aftershock. Whatever it was, Dante was not talking. And Asher, well… Asher lo