All Chapters of He Is Mine: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Dante Theo was a menace. In another world, he would've been a bully. Heck, he might be a bully to someone somewhere. But in the training field? The guy knew his shit.And even better, he knew how to make you want to die from his shit. By the time training was over, my legs felt like they belonged to someone else and every bone in my body screamed out in protest. I was glad to see I wasn't the only one though. I heard one of the girls say this was going to be her last time here. None of the guys said anything of the sort but I knew some of them wouldn't be coming back either. I was on the verge of quitting too, but I didn't want to see that smug look on Theo's face directed at me. He'd pushed me harder than I could bear the previous day. Or well it seemed so. Like he was trying to get me to quit. I wasn't sure why. Maybe because he thought I was weak and didn't want me to end up like Victor? Or maybe he just didn't like my face. Either way, I wasn't going to quit. And I wasn'

Asher I waited. The heart in my hands pulsed rapidly then paused. It pulsed again. Once, twice. And then it stopped finally. Still I waited. The boy lay at my feet, chest split open, mouth curved into a shocked “O”, but I waited. “I think he's dead, Asher,” Dean whispered. “I know.” “Okay. So uh, I know you want to admire your handiwork and really I do too, but I can hear Liam stirring and we need to get rid of the body.” “I'm not admiring my handiwork.” I squatted beside the body and lay the heart in his hands. “Kinda looks like you are.” “He's supposed to transform,”I said, sounding so unsure. “Into a wolf?” Dean sounded like he was talking to a petulant child and rubbing out of patience. “This can't be him. This can't be the hunter that has been chasing us for six years. He barely looks sixteen.” I raised my hands to the boy's face and drew his eyelids closed. “Can we worry about this later? Preferably on our way to dispose of the body?” Dean was right. I could

DanteI almost couldn't get out of bed the next morning. My body felt amy legs just wouldn't move. When it finally did, the pain was almost too much to bear. They could barely hold up my weight, but I managed to drag myself out of bed and to the bathroom to get prepared for class. I'd vowed not to miss class anymore. I liked school. I liked learning and right now, my behaviour towards classes so far didn't reflect that. Mrs Porter certainly seemed to think so and I was out to prove her wrong. The trick to dealing with the pain, I realized, was to move slowly and move less. Get things done with less movement than you would normally. Difficult at first but I managed. This didn't apply for walking of course. There was no way around that save for, you know, not walking at all. I kinda hoped not to run into Mateo today. I didn't have the patience to deal with crazy today. Maybe not so crazy, but I didn't want to think of werewolves or creatures of the night who left claw marks on my

ASHERI stopped on my tracks when I noticed something unusual. I checked the spot that caught my attention, not surprised to see that it was some belongings. Maybe it belonged to a passerby or some traveller. I walked past it, but a sense of deja vu hit me. Almost like, I had seen that bag somewhere and I was trying my best to recall it, but couldn't.“Check it then. Argh!” Dean groaned out of frustration.I rolled my eyes at his statement, but curiosity killed the cat. I checked and recalled it in a matter of seconds, it was the place where I had caught Mateo spying on me. A smirk formed on my lips as I thought about that pathetic prick.I bent down, checking his bags for clues and found nothing, but there was something else that caught my attention. My eyes darted to the footprints on the ground, leading me to the direction he went in. He must have not gone far.“Are we really going to look for that asshole instead? Don't we have important things to do?” Dean whined.“It would only

DANTEI tell myself I don’t care about Asher.I tell myself I’m just going to the gym to clear my mind, to focus on something other than the mess my life has become.I tell myself a lot of things.But none of them fucking matter the moment I step inside and see him.He was standing near the lockers, his black tank top damp with sweat, clinging to his body in a way that makes my throat dry. His curly black hair is slightly damp too, strands falling into his face as he tilts his head, laughing at something.I don’t know why I stopped walking.I don’t know why my fingers tighten around my water bottle, why I suddenly feel like I shouldn’t be here. And then I see him. Some blonde guy. Tall, built, confident. And way too close.My stomach tightens as I watch the guy casually rest a hand on Asher’s arm, fingers lingering a second too long, and Asher lets him. Something sharp twists in my chest. I should walk away. I should not care. But I do.I try to ignore them, forcing myself to keep wal