Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Dante – POV“Why didn’t you tell me you knew?” Cyrus asked, sitting in front of me with his legs crossed on my desk.I was in my office, flipping through some files. There were a lot of papers that needed handling — reports to sign, approvals to give, both for pack business and company stuff.I’d been away for months, and when I was in the hospital, Cyrus only gave me a few things to work on — and even that was because I insisted. So yeah, it made sense that the workload was this heavy now. The worst part was I had to finish everything before 2 p.m., and it was just a few minutes to spare.But instead of acting like an actual Beta and helping me out, Cyrus was just there, asking dumb questions after staring at me in silence for over thirty minutes.“Know what?” I asked, not looking up from the papers.“That I’m gay. You knew. Why didn’t you say anything?”“Why didn’t you tell me you and Ryder were official?” I shot back. “Do you know how weird it was to see you two suddenly kissing ou

Amaya POV As soon as the door closed behind him, I collapsed back into my chair with a heavy sigh. My heels dangled off the edge as I leaned my head against the headrest and closed my eyes. Just five minutes. Just five— The door creaked open. “Miss Amaya?” my assistant’s soft voice interrupted the moment. Her name was Cleo. Sweet, always too nice to work in this chaos with me. “Sorry to bother you, but you’ve got another meeting at 3.” I groaned loudly, rubbing my temples. “Cancel it. Or move it. Or lie and say I died.” Cleo gave me a pitiful look, trying to hide a smile. “I’ll see what I can do.” She was about to turn and leave when I stopped her. “Wait—” I sat up straighter. “Did any package come in today?” Her lips pressed together and she shook her head. “No. Are you expecting anything?” she asked, but I waved at her, dismissing her. I felt that stupid flutter of disappointment tighten in my chest. I glanced down at my phone one more time… nothing. Of course.

Amaya’s POV “We can have dinner another time,” I said, trying to ease the tension as I headed back to my car. He smiled but didn’t say anything. I slid into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and glanced at him one last time through the rearview mirror. He hadn’t moved—still standing there like he was frozen in that moment. I turned the corner, and he disappeared from view. I sighed. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go with him. But like I said, I had other plans. “I’m home,” I called out the moment I walked through the front door, even though I already knew there wouldn’t be a response. There never was. Kicking off my shoes, I tossed my purse onto the couch and headed straight to his bedroom. I knocked gently on the door. “Eli,” I said, closing my eyes as I rested my palm against the wood. My ears twitched slightly, and I picked up on his heartbeat—steady but fast. His breathing too—shallow and uneven. He was definitely in there. And definitely awake. My eyes flickered,

Amaya POV “What is this place?” I asked as we stepped into the restaurant. It took less than a 30-minute ride from my place, but I’d never even heard of it before. The restaurant was huge, with only a few people scattered around. It was quiet, elegant, and dimly lit—the kind of spot where even the air felt expensive. I let my eyes wander in complete awe until my gaze landed back on Joseph, who was pulling out a chair for me. “Thank you,” I said, sliding into the seat. He walked over and sat across from me. “This restaurant is exclusive,” he said, resting his elbows lightly on the table. “Only a few people have access to it.” I nodded in response, still taking in the details around me. A waiter approached with a small smile, handed us the menu, then left without a word. My eyes scanned the page, but almost everything looked foreign. The names were long, fancy, and definitely not in English. My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of anything. Joseph must’ve noticed my

Dante POV My grip tightened around my phone as I scrolled through each comment. “He finally settled for someone who’s not a gold-digger?” “She’s pretty, but she’s not even his type.” “Is this why he’s been avoiding parties? He’s cuffed now.” I didn’t even realize how hard my jaw was clenched until the muscles started to ache. My thumb hovered over the photo of her. Amaya not his type? I scoffed. Amaya was beyond his type—she was too perfect for him. What the hell does she even see in him? Was it his voice I heard last night? There’s no way she’s actually in a relationship with him, right? This has to be some big misunderstanding. But the more I thought about it, the less sense it made. She had ignored my calls and didn’t even bother calling back. I scrolled through more of the images, stopping at the one where he was putting a necklace on her. “Wow, that’s a limited edition Tiffany & Co necklace. That piece goes for at least $18k—he must really be in love.” I paused, eyes glu