บททั้งหมดของ My Mate, Please Let Me Go: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Amaya POV “What the hell…” “Why are you still alive?!” came Kara’s voice. I looked up and she was indeed there, holding a knife, her face twisted with pure rage. “You should have died! Why won’t you just die?!” she hissed. I quickly scrambled to my feet, and when she lunged again, I caught her wrist mid-swing. The metal was inches from my face and she was obviously stronger, but I wasn’t going to let her win this time. “Not tonight, bitch!” I growled, twisting her arm behind her back and slamming her face against a hard metal cabinet. Blood spurted from her nose and she stumbled backward. I had honestly expected her to visit. Kara was obsessed with me after all, but I didn’t think she’d be bold enough to make a move this soon. Her face was everywhere. She was a wanted criminal with a heavy bounty on her head — even in rogue territory. She should’ve been in hiding like she was before, too scared to even breathe in the same city. But here she was, staring at me li

Amaya’s POV Cyrus stared at me for a long time like his brain had short-circuited. “That’s… that’s not right,” he began stuttering. “Everyone knows he always had a thing for you since we were teens. He… he looks at you like…” He wasn’t wrong. Even I once thought that. Ryder had always been clingy towards me when we were still young, that many thought we would be mates. Even now, he was still clingy — except that’s his way of showing affection for those he cares about. And yeah, also getting under Cyrus’s skin. “We’re just friends,” I said honestly. “Siblings, even. But definitely not romantically involved.” “You two are literally married.” “Oh.” He sighed. “Honestly, I’m not going back and forth with you on this. You don’t have to lie to make me feel better — it does the opposite. I know Ryder isn’t attracted to men and…” “Cyrus… Ryder and I aren’t actually married,” I said slowly, watching as his eyes widened. “We are… kind of. But it’s all an act. We planned to divo

Amaya’s POV Her mate! Of course Briella had a mate. She was two years older than I was and way more experienced. But since she never spoke about it, I just figured… she hadn’t found him yet. Or maybe didn’t care. I mean, this was Briella. And her being pregnant by said mate? It was kind of a shock. “How long have you known?” I asked. “Two years.” “Two years?” I raised my voice without meaning to, but quickly exhaled and lowered it. “You didn’t tell me? I thought we were friends.” “I just assumed you knew,” she said honestly. “Everyone starts getting their mates at eighteen, and I never claimed I wasn’t mated. I just spoke less about him because it was a long-distance relationship… and when he returned for visits, there was a lot going on for you.” She wasn’t lying. Besides, we’ve only known each other for what? A year. Still, it stung a little. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “So you’re keeping the child?” “It’s what we always wanted. We’ve been planning to start an

Amaya POV “You’re here early,” Cyrus said the moment I stepped into Dante’s ICU room. But his eyes weren’t on me. They were glued to his phone, a ridiculous smile spreading across his face. “You seem happy,” I said, walking in and setting my bag down on the side table. “Is it that obvious?” he asked, still staring at that stupid screen, muttering something I didn’t catch. “Who are you texting?” I asked, raising a brow. “Work,” he replied, finally glancing up from his phone as he stood to grab a glass of water. He avoided my gaze just slightly, but the grin still lingered on his lips. After gulping the whole thing down, he finally turned to face me. “You’ll be here until six, right?” he asked. I nodded, and he sighed in relief. “Good. I got somewhere to be. I trust you can handle it. Not that you have to do much, but still, call me if shit happens.” I nodded again, watching him set the glass down. He walked over to me and gave me a quick hug before heading toward the door. “Te

Dante’s POV “What… what did you say?” He didn’t answer immediately. That silence said more than anything. “You weren’t supposed to tell him like this,” Cyrus said, turning to the doctor, his face suddenly going hard. The doctor looked between us, guilt on his face. “He asked. I couldn’t lie.” My mind was racing, but it was like everything was crashing into a wall and bouncing right back. No, that couldn’t be right. Walk? I might not… No. No. No. I tried to move again, but my legs didn’t even twitch. It was like they didn’t exist. My breathing picked up so fast, the machines around me started beeping like crazy. Not walk? I was a damn alpha. I was supposed to be strong. I had responsibilities. A pack. A mate… I looked over at Amaya, but this time she looked away. Fuck. If I couldn’t walk again, who the hell was I now? “Shit!” Cyrus snapped, turning to the doctor. “What the hell is wrong with him? See why you should have waited?” “I’m sorry,” the doctor apolog