All Chapters of He’s Mine!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“I give up... you win!”   I take the helmet off my head to reveal my tinted red hair. After flipping the strands of hair in my sight off my face, my gaze comes in contact with my pony-ass best friend sitting on the ground with one of his hands raised as if to shield himself from an attack. He was damn lucky we agreed beforehand not to take the bout too far if not I would still be hurting him in different parts by now.   “But I thought you didn’t want to stop,” I say in a teasing voice, but even I know that he has no other choice than to give up. Talk about how battered his arm was already.   “It's enough now. I’m not getting my hands bruised again,”   “Poor Mark. It’s going to take hundreds of years before you can get a chance to beat me,” I taunt him. “And even after that time, I don’t think you’ll still be worthy of trying,”   “I was holding back this time around, and you know

There was something unique about the stranger from afar. Just something I cannot place my hands on. With the intensifying feeling and all that radiating from where he is to my side, I could at least tell it was something like a pull that wanted to call me toward him. I think it was already. My vision suddenly gets blocked due to the ongoing brawl happening right in front of me. Crazy enough, my mind has completely nullified such an event out of my mind as what I wanted to focus on now more than anything was that stranger ahead. If possible, get a much closer look at him. Mark would have to deal with this nonsense here without me as his spectator again. Instantly, I mix with the crowd by the side so I could escape from the booth. My speed was an advantage in disabling others from seeing me move away. Especially those bastards that thought they could ruin my night. Through the crowd, I let my eyes stay on the prize ahead.

“Aren’t you done with it?” I almost snap after taking a look at my reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time. And my statement was directed to my sister who has been working on my hair for so long now. She was presently brushing it down just so I could look more flashy... her words. And I know I should have fought against it due to how time-consuming it would be, which it presently is, but I already know better than not to go against her when she has set her mind to something. “Hold still,” she says as she pulls on my hair a little, which gets a slight whimper from me. What did she do that for? “And how many more minutes do I have to wait?” “Let’s say about thirty,” What she says makes me focus my gaze on her reflection through the mirror. And just like every other time, it was blank. No emotions to it. Not even on

The reason for the pull... there it was. A man, right there in flesh and blood.    Memories of two nights ago flood back to me instantly and I can’t help it. Especially knowing that the one who ignited such feeling that night was the same person I have set my eyes on.    Crazy how I could tell it was him despite not having a very good look at him the night. I just know it is none other than him, and this time I have to get to him. We probably need to talk about why I was being affected by a strange feeling while he seems not to care.    I walk over to where he is which is right on the edge of the part of the balcony. And from there I could tell it was facing a huge part downhill. The woods, obviously as nothing more than the greenery could be seen beyond. He was alone, so it was apparently going to b

The moment I start to walk into the warriors in training, they willingly pave a path for me until they have all formed a circle around me. The stares I received from them were apparent to them being confused about what I was trying to do by walking into them. And, to be honest, I kind of liked the attention. Reminds me of a reverse harem setting.    “Alpha Soma...”    I seek out the one who called my name and find him standing directly in front of me with a few of the other men behind him. He is a head shorter than most of them, though, but everything about him screamed experience.    “You’re the head warrior, right?” I inquire from him and he nods in the affirmative.    “Yes, I am,” he says.