Semua Bab My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Amaya POVI thought it would be difficult, but I guess the perfume played a big role. Walking down the hallway, many guards glanced in my direction, but they all had the same expression—wrinkling their noses.And even when one tried approaching, I simply raised my hand before he could get closer, dismissing him instantly. Kara had a bossy, bratty reputation, so this was easy.Asher led me to where he claimed the kids were being held captive. By now, we had passed over twenty guards and turned more corners than I could keep up with.The moment I stepped inside, my fists clenched. It felt like a prison—but for children. I glanced around as I slowly approached. There were still other guards inside, watching the kids, but what pissed me off was the condition these kids were living in.When I walked past a cell, they shuddered back in fear, probably mistaking me for Kara.My fists clenched tighter when I saw a girl who looked around eight, holding a boy who couldn’t be older than five. She

Dante POVIt wasn’t hard to break the code without triggering the spell. All I had to do was create an entirely different conversation, linking it indirectly to Amaya. Once again, Kara had underestimated me.The only thing I couldn’t figure out was who the spy was. Unfortunately, time wasn’t on my side to find out. That’s why the information was only revealed to a very small group—because right now, no one could be trusted.Using the tracker, we were able to pin down Amaya’s location, and just in time too. As we roamed the forest, doing our best to blend in after masking our scent, we heard the sound of a gunshot followed by yelling.“You’re bleeding,” I said, staring down at her stomach as the scent of blood filled my nose. My pupils dilated on instinct and the first thought that crossed my mind was that she was shot.“It’s nothing,” she muttered, quickly covering her stomach with her hand.But I wasn’t having it.I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. “It’s not nothing. Were

Amaya POV I remember his face. How could I forget? He was the man who almost pushed me into the light when I nearly crossed over to death. You recognize him too, don’t you, Nyx? I said in my head, and Nyx growled in response. “Does Alpha Kieran by any chance have a twin?” My question was directed at Asher, now standing next to me. He shook his head, staring at me weirdly, then looked back at the man and squinted his eyes. “I’m sure that’s Alpha Kieran… how would I mistake my Alpha?” he questioned confidently, but I was certain. “Why do you think that’s not him?” Dante, who had been quietly observing me, finally spoke. I didn’t look at him right away. My eyes remained locked on the man by the truck, on the monster wearing Alpha Kieran. Just as I was about to speak, a boy, maybe ten or eleven, who—unlike the others—was working freely in a different direction, paused mid-step. He turned his head slowly like something had whispered to him, and my eyes widened when our gazes

Amaya POV At this point, I was running out of strength. He pinned me down again, slamming my back against the ground so hard the air left my lungs. I coughed out, my ribs screaming in pain. Dante, who had been regaining his strength, saw me struggling and leapt forward, knocking Roland off me while I lay there gasping for air with dust swirling around me. Every part of my body screamed in protest, but I still shifted back to my human form and began crawling toward one of the fallen weapons. I wrapped my fingers around a silver sword Cyrus had dropped earlier. By now, Roland had Dante pinned beneath him, pressing his knee to his neck, trying to choke him to death. So I snuck up behind him and, using all my strength, I drove the sword down into the spot he had been guarding. He roared in pain, his body reared back, and in that second, he swung his paw. I didn’t have time to dodge. His strike sent me flying. My body slammed into a thick steel beam near the edge of the old po

Amaya POV I watched him slowly turn his head, and his eyes widened when they landed on me. I thought he would be excited like I was. His lips parted like he was about to say something, but he quickly looked away and started walking in the opposite direction. “Dante!” I called out, my voice shaking as I ran after him until he reached a corner, and I grabbed his hand to stop him. But he yanked it away like my touch had burned him, clutching his forehead as if he was in pain, refusing to look at me. “Well…” I said, stepping in front of him, blocking his path. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too.” My voice trembled. “Dante… you’re my…” “Don’t say it,” he cut me off, his voice hoarse. “I can’t be your mate… this… this has to be a mistake.” I blinked, stunned. Tears blurred my vision, feeling the weight of his words. “Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered, tears now streaming down my face. “You know I like you. You’ve always known. And now… now that you’re my mate, you’re stil