All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dante’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the pain in my chest—not from the burn or the smoke, but from the empty void left behind.The second thing I noticed was the sterile scent of disinfectant.My eyes fluttered open. I was in the pack hospital.My head rolled to the side, and I saw Cyrus sitting in a chair nearby.His arms were crossed over his chest, and his eyes were closed, but the tension in his face told me he wasn’t asleep.The moment I shifted, his eyes snapped open.“You’re awake,” he said.I stared at him blankly, my mind still fogged from whatever drugs they had pumped into my system.“How long…”“A day,” he responded.I sat up too quickly and winced in pain.“Amaya.” Her name escaped my lips like a breathless prayer, and Cyrus’s gaze darkened.“She’s gone, Dante,” he said quietly, and my fist clenched. “Her remains were found in the wreckage. I’m sorry.”“I want to see her,” I said, forcing my feet to touch the cold floor.Cyrus’s eyes widened slightly.

Dante’s POV “It’s me.” I shook my head. My vision was still too foggy to make sense of what was happening. But it sounded like her. And the way she moved—when she touched my cheek—it felt like her. Her finger brushed my jawline. “You came back,” I whispered, lifting my hand to cover hers. She bummed in response, lowering herself onto my lap. Her scent wrapped around me, so intoxicating that I instinctively slid my hands to her waist. “I miss you,” I murmured, pressing my forehead against her shoulder. “I miss you too,” she whispered back, and I could feel her hot breath against my ear. My hand tightened on her waist, and she leaned closer, brushing her lips against the side of my neck while her fingers ran through my hair. “Amaya…” I groaned, pulling her closer, burying my face into her skin. She trailed her lips teasingly down my neck, sliding her nails under my shirt. Just when she started to lift it… “Yes,” she responded, but my body stiffened. The voice was different t

Dante’s POV Cyrus took a moment to process my words, his expression shifting from confusion to shock as he blurted, “What?” He stared at the laptop screen, zooming in on the picture. “Are you sure? This… this can’t be right.” He was in denial, just like I was. From the little interaction we both witnessed earlier today, it was clear to both of us that Kara was hiding something — but a part of me refused to believe she would have anything to do with this. She had been a part of my life for years. Even when Amaya came into the picture, Kara never crossed the line — not until that night. She had always been composed, always careful with her words and actions. That’s why this didn’t make sense. “I don’t know,” I growled. “But what else makes sense? That tattoo is identical to Kara’s. And you saw her reaction when I mentioned the footage.” My jaw clenched while Cyrus still looked to be in disbelief. “I should have known,” he muttered. “That night the healer went missing after Amaya wa

Amaya’s POV I died. After multiple attempts, I was sent off to a mental hospital. Dante had hoped it would make me better, but it only made me worse. The nurses tortured me, claiming it was for my own good — the needles, the restraints, the cold baths in the middle of the night. I remember screaming, crying, and begging, but no one listened. There was this nurse in particular who was hell-bent on breaking me, and whenever Dante was scheduled to visit, she made sure I was in no condition to see him. She would slip into my room hours before his arrival. “You’re not ready to see him,” she would whisper. “You need to calm down first.” That’s when the injection would come in. My body would grow heavy, my vision would blur until I couldn’t tell whether I was awake or dreaming. That night, as usual, she came into my room. This time, I tried to fight her off, but she was stronger and easily pinned me down. “Stop struggling,” she hissed. Even when I begged, she only smiled and presse

Amaya’s POV“Adam,” I whispered as I stared at the young man who slowly began walking toward me.“I found you near the woods,” Adam said, his brown eyes never leaving mine. “You were half-conscious, half-bleeding out. You’re lucky I got there when I did.”My heart pounded as fragments of the memory began resurfacing.“I…” I swallowed hard. “I don’t remember much.”“That’s not surprising,” Ryder said, gently brushing his finger down the side of my face. “You’ve been out for almost a week.”“A week?” I gasped, my gaze snapping from Adam to Ryder, who nodded in response.“You were in really bad shape. You almost died.”Ryder’s thumb brushed against my cheek, his light blue eyes soft yet filled with worry.“You need to rest,” he said quietly. “There’s a lot I want to say to you, but first… you need to recover.”I hesitated, glancing at the young man behind him.“I would like to speak to Adam,” I said softly. “Alone.”Ryder’s gaze shifted between me and Adam. He hesitated for a second, the