The Mating Run by Leeka
Chapter 44
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Confessions, you know, I’ve had my fair share of them.
Whispered words, stolen glances, promises lingering in the air like fragile threads waiting to snap. I’ve danced in the realm of crushes, dipped my toes in the waters of fleeting affections, but none of it ever felt right. It’s like trying to fit pieces of a puzzle together, forcing them to connect when they just don’t click.
I’ve dated a few guys, shared laughter and secrets, held hands in the moonlight.
Yet, it always felt like I was watching someone else’s story unfold, like I was an outsider peering into a world that didn’t quite belong to me. The words of affection sounded hollow, the gestures devoid of the depth I craved. It was all surface–level, like scratching the surface of a vast ocean without ever diving into its depths.
There were confessions, genuine ones, I suppose. Sweet words whispered under the stars, promises of forever that evaporated like morning dew. I tried to reciprocate, to feel the warmth of those confessions seeping into my soul, but it was like trying to grasp smoke with bare hands–elusive and intangible.
Crushes came and went, like passing clouds casting fleeting shadows. I’d catch. myself daydreaming, imagining a connection that went beyond the superficial exchanges. Yet, when reality struck, those crushes proved to be mere illusions, dissipating like mist in the morning sun. I felt like an echo in an empty room, my confessions bouncing off the walls, unheard and unanswered.
It’s not that I didn’t want love.
I yearned for it, ached for a connection that went beyond the surface, a bond that echoed in the chambers of my heart.
But with each failed attempt, each relationship that crumbled like a fragile. sandcastle, I became more convinced that love, true love, was an elusive creature, always just out of reach.
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That’s why I joined the Mating Run.
It wasn’t some desperate attempt to escape loneliness or an Impulsive decision made in the heat of the moment. It was a conscious choice, a deliberate step into the unknown. The Mating Run held the promise of something raw, something real.
No more whispered confessions that melted like sugar in the rain.
No more half–hearted connections that left me yearning for more.
I didn’t want the High Council Elders to hand me a partner like a gift–wrapped package, someone whose heart didn’t beat in sync with mine. I craved a connection that was forged in the crucible of survival, where every shared breath and every stolen glance held the weight of significance.
It was my way of saying, “I won’t settle for something that doesn’t set my soul on fire.”
who understood the language of scars, someone who had tasted the bitterness of defeat and the sweetness of victory. The Mating Run was a canvas painted with the brushstrokes of survival, and I was ready to embrace the chaos,
my throat as Victor’s
ant end to
peculiar mix of confusion and something else I can’t
caused, laughs
runs down my spine. He tilts my head to the side, exposing my neck, and a sense of vulnerability washes over
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to escalate with every passing moment.
is unsettling, and I can’t help but feel a surge of fear. Zeke, however, growls at
Zeke’s warning, licks my neck in a slow, deliberate
vulnerable. I glance at Zeke,
he remains locked in a silent
the thought of me having a little
warning that goes unheeded. His gaze never wavers from Victor, a silent challenge that seems to intensify the simmering tension. I catch a glimpse of something in Zeke’s
anger? Jealousy? Or something else entirely?
his eyes locked onto Zeke.
Alina, this game just got a
“V–Victor–Stop-!”
little crush is showing, Zeke. Better be careful; someone
fists clenched at his sides. The tension between them escalates, a volatile energy that threatens to erupt
ear. “Enjoy the show, Alina. It’s only just begun.” he whispers, his voice sending a chill down my spine.
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than words.
and a strange, unnameable thrill. He tilts my head to the side, exposing my neck, and the vulnerability of the position
we’re like fire and ice, two forces that shouldn’t mix. Yet, here we are, navigating the unpredictable currents of
grand declaration of love or anything, but a simple “No” would have sufficed. Instead, he met my gaze with a silence that spoke volumes. And in that silence, my heart décided
is that? Why did his lack of denial make my heart beat faster? It doesn’t make sense. Zeke and I, we’re not supposed to be here, looking at each other like there’s some invisible thread tying us together. We tried to kill each other, for crying. out loud. It’s not the stuff fairy tales are
dark novel.
and I, we’re contradictions walking on two legs. Every reason we shouldn’t be together makes more sense than any reason we should. It’s like staring at a
him, and he stabbed me, yet here we are, sharing glances that
expected.
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