All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Dante’s POV“Step. Away. From her.”The words left my mouth before I could stop them, but I didn’t care. I had been watching them for a while and had managed to hold myself back while he hugged her—because of Mako, who had warned me not to do anything foolish, and also because she wasn’t hugging him back. That was good.But now, watching her wipe his tear, even Mako couldn’t hold back his jealousy. He growled in my head.Ryder froze and turned his head slightly to meet my gaze. His eyes were still glassy, filled with emotions he had no fucking business feeling. His arms were still wrapped loosely around my mate.“Mine.”The word echoed in my head, but this time it wasn’t just my thought. It was my wolf’s.For a moment, I almost smirked, thinking he was on my side, but he was quick to remind me how this was my fault—our mate was finding comfort in someone that wasn’t me.My fists tightened, and I was barely holding back. Barely.I took a step forward, and the maid beside Amaya flinched

Amaya’s POV“I didn’t come to this pack just to work as a maid, Luna. I came here to find my little brother.”I stiffened. She mentioned her brother just yesterday, but nothing about him being missing.“When I was twelve, rogues attacked my old pack,” she continued. “They burned everything down. Killed most of our people. I don’t even remember much about that night—just fire, screaming… and my little brother crying.”A lump formed in my throat, but I didn’t say anything.“He was only six years old,” she whispered. “Too young to fight, too young to understand what was happening. I tried to protect him, but then we got separated in the chaos. I never saw him again.”She pulled the bandage tighter around my hand, but I barely noticed the sting.“I searched for him for years, but I never found a trace,” she said. “Until a few months ago, when I heard rumors that some of the surviving rogues had been taken in by this pack.”My breath caught in my throat.Dante had indeed been taking in str

Amaya POVFor the next few days that passed by, I could feel my body getting weaker and my muscles aching all over. The healer came every evening as Dante had instructed, giving me the same liquid that was supposed to help me. But none of that was working. If anything, I felt worse. Getting out of bed began to feel like a chore, and the sight of food made me throw up. At first, I thought it was stress, but now I wasn't so sure. Even Suri started looking at me differently, but I would easily brush it off. After all, that was the least of my worries. Her words from days before had been the only thing on my mind. I didn't give her an answer because I didn't know what to say, but now I couldn't stop thinking about it. Could I really leave? "I am escaping," I blurted out to Suri, who was helping me brush my hair. "What? Really?" she said, surprised. "I thought about what you said. You are right, I don't want to stay." "Oh, Luna... you don't know how happy I am to hear you

Dante’s POV ~ Flashback When Cyrus and I first met, we weren’t exactly on good terms. He was the son of a Beta—a literal spoiled brat who thought the world revolved around him. I, on the other hand, was just a low-ranked trainee for the special forces unit of the pack, trying to prove myself to earn a higher rank. I was only 13 years old then and had been one of the few to survive a brutal training session where we had to hunt each other like literal prey. The memory of that day still made me feel uneasy. The fear, the adrenaline, the feeling of being hunted, and having to fight for my life. It wasn’t really the worst situation—after all, I had my first kill when I was only 7 years old. But still, I lost a lot of close friends during that training session. Friends who had become like family to me, being an orphan and all. At the end of the training, I ranked third out of twenty-five trainees left, with a body count of seven. Seven lives taken by my hands. Some I barely knew. Oth