All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Amaya POV“No!”My brows furrowed together, confused. “What do you mean, no?”“Well…” she said, taking a deep breath, “What I mean is—it’s not something you say over the phone. It’s best to break the news in person.”I paused, chewing on my lip. That… made sense.This was big, and very important to me. “But he’s all the way over there,” I murmured sadly. “And he’s been so distant these days…” My chest tightened.This could’ve been the perfect chance to close the gap forming between us, but instead it just made me feel lonelier.“This is too good of news to be sad about,” she said firmly, reaching forward to brush my hair to the side. “Before we think about how to break it to Dante, we should celebrate first.”“You’re right,” I admitted, sliding my hand over hers with a small smile. “But my hair and makeup—”“Can easily be fixed,” she cut in quickly with a grin.I shook my head, laughing softly. “I’m so happy you’re here.”“And now I’m even more excited about today,” she replied bright

Amaya POVThree months had passed since Briella gave birth to a beautiful baby girl on the night of my engagement, and soon after, she and Nelson had to return home.Life has been a whirlwind ever since.Joseph, who had been out of the country when the news of my engagement broke, sent me a few gifts along with a card congratulating me and wishing me all the best.Dante had insisted all wedding plans be put on hold. “Not until after the baby,” he said firmly. He didn’t want me stressing over anything. All I should worry about was myself and the babies. Yes… we were having twins. A boy and a girl.So I agreed. My baby bump was already impossible to hide anyway, and after everything that happened last time, I didn’t even argue when he suggested I stop going to work.I handed full control of the company over to Chloe, trusting her completely.We still hadn’t returned to the pack, but even staying together at my apartment, our routines had changed drastically.Dante had become… insufferab

Dante POV“But then… what about you?”I froze again at her words, swallowing around the lump of desire forming in my throat.“I can manage,” I lied through my teeth, even though my cock was so hard it hurt.She gave me that look—the one that told me she knew damn well I was lying—but she didn’t argue. Instead, she let me shift, pushing myself between her legs.Slowly, I pulled off her shorts together with her underwear.I carefully spread her thighs apart, mindful of her bump, then leaned forward, kissing her knee before trailing more kisses up her inner thigh.Her breath hitched, and the sound alone nearly undid me.“Just relax for me, okay?” I whispered against her skin, kissing higher and higher until my lips finally brushed her folds.Then I licked along her seam, tasting her heat, making her jerk under me while her toes curled hard into the sheets.I pulled back just enough to spread her open wider with my fingers, completely exposing her to me. The sight alone nearly broke me, m

Dante POV “Augh!” Amaya screamed. She was curled in the back seat of the car, clutching her stomach as another contraction ripped through her. My heart nearly stopped when she first said the babies were coming. I had prepared for this moment. I’d read books, attended classes, even mapped out three different routes to the hospital. I thought I would have everything under control, but seeing her in so much pain made my mind go completely blank. My hands tightened around the wheel. The speedometer flirted with danger, but I didn’t care. It was past midnight, the streets were nearly empty, and all I could think about was getting her to the hospital in time. “Breathe, baby. Just—just breathe…” I said, the words sounding hollow and useless even to my own ears. My voice was strained, nothing like the calm I’d practiced in the mirror. By the time we reached the hospital and nurses rushed to her side, dragging her onto a gurney, my chest felt like it was caving in. Her face was pale a

Amaya POV When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was intense pain in my lower stomach, making it hard to even breathe. For a second, I didn’t know where I was—just the white walls and the steady beeping sound—but then it all slammed into me. The contractions, the screaming, and the way everything had gone crazy and terrifyingly dark. I felt a weight on the side of my bed and turned my head weakly, only to find Dante seated next to me, his head resting on the edge of the bed. A weak smile formed on my lips remembering how panicked he had been. Even in the haze I was in, I could still see the terror in his eyes. “Dante…” I croaked. He shifted, like he half thought he was dreaming, then suddenly bolted upright so fast it startled me, his eyes widening. “Amaya…?” He breathed my name like a prayer. His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles under them, his hair a mess, even his shirt was wrinkled. In a flash, he was out of the chair and on his knees beside the bed. “You’