All Chapters of My Mate, Please Let Me Go: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Amaya POV Three years in this pack after marrying Dante had been nothing but hell on earth for me. The people hated me, so leaving the pack house was almost never an option. Even inside, I found no peace. The maids took every opportunity to mistreat me, knowing I wouldn't complain. They would "accidentally" spill water on my clothes, whisper behind my back, and leave my food cold. Sometimes, they ignored me completely, treating me like I was invisible. Other times, they made sure I knew I was unwanted. But I never said a word. Although I knew if I did, Dante wouldn't hesitate to punish them. But then... it wouldn't be fair. Because deep down, I knew I deserved it. The hatred, the whispers, the cold stares—I had accepted them long ago. I was the daughter of a traitor, an enemy to their kind. No matter how much time passed, no matter how much I tried to be invisible, they would never let me forget it. And I didn't blame them. Not really. But then... Suri came

Amaya POV “That’s dirty.” He didn’t listen. Instead, he groaned, moving his mouth faster and his tongue delving deeper. “But you taste so good,” he murmured. “Too much,” I whimpered. Right now, I was so sensitive, my legs twitched and my fingers gripped his hair, but even then, he still refused to let go. What the hell had gotten into him? “You can take it,” he said in a deep voice. “Let me take care of you, Amaya.” I shuddered at his words, gripping his hair tighter than I intended to. I wanted to push him away so badly, but my body was betraying me. Each time his tongue flicked over my sensitive spot, I clenched involuntarily around nothing, already missing the feeling of him inside me. Finally, he pulled away. Breathing heavily, I could see the trail of my fluid glistening on his lips, down to his chin. He slowly licked his lips, savoring the taste, and then he leaned in and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and allowing me to taste myself. When he pu

Amaya POV Suri flinched at my sudden change in tone, and her teary eyes darted to me in surprise. I hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but the second Kara’s name left Suri's lips, something in my chest tightened. "I... she just mentioned the files. That there were records of rogue pups, and she thought your mate—uh, I mean, the Alpha—was hiding something," she said, swallowing nothing. My jaw clenched, and before I could stop myself, my fingers tightened around Suri's arm. "I told you Kara wasn't a good person," I snapped, raising my voice without realizing it. "Why did you listen to anything she said and not even think to tell me? Can't you see she's doing this on purpose?" Suri's eyes widened, and she winced as my grip tightened. "She’s not as innocent as she looks! She tried to strangle me, Suri! She wants to get rid of me, and now she's going after you." The moment those words left my lips, I saw fear in her eyes, and her body trembled. That was when I realized my

Dante’s POV The entire packhouse was quiet at this time of the night. Amaya was standing only a few feet away, staring at the moon. She hadn’t spoken since we stepped into the garden, and as strange as it might sound, I desperately wanted to hear her voice. Say something. Anything. But all I got in return was more silence as she wrapped her arms loosely around herself. A soft wind blew, brushing her hair over her face, and she shivered a little. Instinctively, I took a step forward—but then she sighed, and my hand froze midair before I curled it into a fist and retracted it to my side. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she brushed the hair out of her face and tucked some strands behind her ear. This moment reminded me of the first time I saw her—except now, almost a decade had passed, and everything had changed. Back then, she was a spoiled princess, as Cyrus had claimed. Now… she looked exhausted. “She’s still so beautiful,”Mako murmured. I know. She

Kara’s POV For years, I have been by Dante’s side, fighting with him. I was introduced to him by Beta Vaughn during the beginning of the revolution, and I fell in love with him at first sight. But he was cold—a man of few words—so it was difficult to get through to him. The only time he ever spoke to me was when he watched me fight. He was impressed by my skills, and he gave me a simple compliment. Just one sentence… “Not bad.” That was all. But that one sentence was enough to make my heart race. I fell for him even harder, and I believed that maybe, just maybe, I could prove myself to him. Even when I found out he was mated to the Alpha’s daughter, Amaya, I still stood by him. Through the blood, the war, and the betrayals. I fought for him. I killed for him. To most of us, he was only using her to get closer to the Alpha. So back then, I didn’t see her as a threat, just a pawn in his game. That’s all she was supposed to be. And when he became Alpha, I thought—no, I k