All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dante POV I couldn’t sleep. Not even for a second. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Ryder cupping her chin and leaning in. It haunted me. And I hated it. I hated how easily he made her smile, how she leaned into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. And I knew I had no one to blame but myself. Still… I couldn’t stand the thought of what I saw. By afternoon, I was pacing around like a caged wolf. I needed to clear my head, get away from the image of her lips on his. So I walked—aimlessly. The estate grounds were unusually quiet. Most of the warriors were on patrol or at training. For once, the silence felt like a gift. At least, until I heard familiar voices and smelled her scent. Lavender and honey, now mixed with something stronger. I froze as I recognized the other voice too. Of course she had to be with him. I could bare stand the thought off seeing them together again, who knows what I would walk into this time. I was about to turn away

Amaya POV Long story short, we ended up accepting Dante’s offer. Dante held the passenger seat door open, urging me to step in, but Ryder took it instead. “Thank you,” he said, closing it behind him. I swear I saw Dante’s jaw tighten before he forced a smile, and I climbed onto the backseat with Briella. The second Dante slid into the driver’s seat, the air shifted, becoming uncomfortably quiet. To distract myself, I kept my gaze out the window, pretending to admire the view even though all I could see were endless fields and a few scattered trees. The second I stepped out of the car, I was hit by the full force of the chaos. Colorful paper lanterns were strung across every street, bobbing gently in the breeze. Stalls lined both sides of the roads, decorated with silver ribbons and tiny glowing lights. The smell of fried dough, roasting meat, and sweet candied apples filled the air, making my stomach growl despite the heat. Music blasted from hidden speakers somewhere, mi

Amaya POV “Now your faces! Closer!” she instructed. Was she out of her mind?! I almost choked on air but remembered she was just a child. Dante was already leaning in and I had no choice but to do the same. Our faces were now inches apart, and I could feel his breath brushing lightly across my skin. It was torture. This was torture, and no matter how hard I tried to hold my breath, the scent of him still crept into my nose and clung to all my senses. It was all a cruel reminder. Dante tilted his head a little, and when I dared a quick glance at him, his eyes were already on me. I quickly looked away. The tension was so thick between us, it was a wonder the little girl didn’t notice. Minutes passed. Painful, heavy minutes we stayed like that. “Done!” the girl finally announced, and I sighed in relief. Dante immediately pulled away and I felt my shoulders relax. The girl turned the canvas around proudly, and I braced myself for the masterpiece — but what greeted me were two

Amaya POV“Get out,” he said without looking back. His voice was hoarse but sharp enough to make me flinch.I froze in the doorway, clutching the first aid kit tighter to my chest.“I came to help you,” I whispered, but he scoffed, still not turning to face me.“I don’t need your help, princess.”Even from where I stood, I could see the way his hands trembled when he tried to reach the deeper lashes on his back.My grip tightened around the kit. “I am not a princess,” I muttered, stepping closer despite the cold warning in his voice. “And you clearly need my help. Your wound is still bleeding.”He didn’t say anything, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath he took. I took another step forward, then another until I was next to him. When he still hadn’t said anything, I slowly knelt beside him and set the first aid kit on the floor.I grabbed a bottle of antiseptic and a clean cotton pad, but when I lifted my hand, I hesitated, hovering just above his ruined back.Up cl

Amaya’s POV “How are you feeling?” I finally asked after we were done discussing the major issues. I wasn’t just asking for the sake of it, and judging by the way he moved, he knew exactly what I meant. “Better…” Adam muttered, staring down at his hand. “I’ve been better. Still feel empty inside… but it hurts less now.” I fidgeted with my fingers, not knowing what to say, even though I had been the one to ask. Losing a mate was a kind of pain that never fully went away. It just… settled somewhere deeper, like a scar you learned to live with. It would probably take years for him to fully heal, if he ever learned how to open his heart again. He was still so young, yet he had to endure this much pain. It wasn’t fair. None of it was. “Dante…” I muttered the name before I could stop myself, watching as Adam’s pupils dilated. “Dante is here…” “What!” he growled, his voice louder than I had expected. “What is he doing here? He knows you are alive? How?” “It’s a long story.”