Alle Kapitel von My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

Amaya’s POV “You came early,” Dante said. I rested my head back against the car seat as he drove me home. After bringing back a few of Eli’s belongings that were supposed to last him the whole week he’d be staying there, including his phone and other gadgets so he wouldn’t get too bored, I had barely even gotten time to spend with him before I had to return home. There were a few urgent files that needed my signature and had to be sent off to the office. “They wouldn’t stop calling,” I mumbled tiredly. “I had to leave earlier than I planned.” Even before the sun was up, they’d already left a thousand missed calls and threats on my phone. I had to call my lawyer immediately, and we both headed straight to the hospital. “So… are they suing?” Dante asked. I shook my head. “They had planned to, but thankfully the boy was awake when we got there and confessed that he started the fight. Said he didn’t expect Eli to fight back because he thought he was the quiet type,” I explained. “He

Amaya pov My gaze snapped from his chest to his face, and I gasped, offended. “It’s just embarrassing.” He was staring blankly at me, and for some reason, that was making my cheeks even hotter. “Just put it on,” I said, placing the shirt on him and trying to put it on myself. “What’s so embarrassing about my bare chest?” he replied, dodging my attempts and even gripping my hand, holding me in place. “You’ve seen all of me. This should be the least of your problems,” he whispered close to my ear. My face turned even redder, and when I tried pulling away, his grip on my wrist tightened. He wrapped his other hand around my waist and pulled me closer. “Were you jealous?” he asked so suddenly my eyes widened. “What?” “Were you jealous of her staring at me? Is that why you want me to put my shirt back on so badly?” he added in a deep voice. I suddenly avoided his gaze, hyper-aware of how close we were. “Of course not,” I lied. “Good,” he said, releasing my hand and gripping my chin,

Amaya POV In less than an hour, the room was filled — directors, senior caretakers, teachers — every important staff member in the orphanage, all murmuring among themselves, wondering why they’d been called so suddenly. The air was thick with confusion. I sat at the front, back straight, arms crossed, the usual smile I wore for them long gone. They noticed. Oh, they noticed. The whispers died down as the last person took their seat. I could feel their eyes flicking between me and Asher, who stood by the door like a silent guard. He’d told them nothing, but the tension on his face was enough to put them on edge. “Thank you all for coming,” I said finally, my voice calmly cutting through the low hum of chatter. “We have a problem.” A few exchanged uneasy glances and the director shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “As you all know, I built this entire orphanage to protect children who have been victims.” My voice echoed in the silent room. “To give them safety and a home.”

Amaya POV After the meeting was dismissed, I personally took Emily’s hand and led her out of the conference room. Her fingers were so small in mine, clinging like she thought the moment I let go, she’d be back in danger. We walked down the quiet hallway toward the infirmary, and I slowed my steps just so she could keep up. Every few seconds, she glanced up at me like she was checking to make sure I was still there, and each time, I squeezed her hand — silently reassuring her. When we reached the infirmary, the nurse on duty looked up from her desk, startled by our sudden entrance. “Miss Amaya, is everything—” “She’s hurt,” I said simply, my voice softer than it had been all day. “I need you to check her over. Carefully.” The nurse stood quickly, moving to take Emily’s hand, but the moment she reached out, Emily gripped me tighter — so tight it almost hurt. Her wide eyes were glossy with unshed tears. “Don’t worry,” I told her, crouching so we were eye level. “She’s going to

Dante POV I finally let go of his collar, shoving him back before turning to wrap my arms around Amaya, carefully scooping her off the floor. She instantly wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Her breath was warm against my skin, making my chest tighten. I reached for her bag on the counter, and the moment I spotted the bartender, I made sure to tip him heavily—just because he was the one who’d called me. Even if it was pure luck. Still. “You smell so nice,” she muttered, her lips brushing me. “I want to eat you up.” Then, without hesitation, she began nibbling lightly at my neck. Shit. My step faltered, heat shooting down my spine as I swallowed hard, fighting to keep control. I fully halted, then slowly turned—just enough to catch Joseph still watching us, his fists clenched tight and his face twisted. Good. Let him see this. So he knows his place. Amaya’s mouth was still busy on me, soft and teasing as I carried her out of the bar and to