The Mating Run by Leeka

Chapter 46

Safe

So, here I am, watching Victor scratch his head in confusion, wondering out loud why his claiming bite didn’t work.

“Something’s not right.”

And honestly, I can’t help but laugh. It’s like watching a magician who messed up a trick, and now everyone is left wondering what went wrong. But in this case, the trick was supposed to be some mystical bond, and all I got was a painful reminder of my naivety.

He mutters something about it not working as expected, and Zeke, always the voice of reason, asks if Victor even bothered to read the pamphlet. I can’t contain my laughter at this point. The pamphlet, the one that probably no one reads until things go south.

Classic.

But then Zeke drops a bombshell. The trackers inside us aren’t just trackers- they’re pheromone inducers. And apparently, every single thing in the field was a pheromone inducer. I try to wrap my head around it.

I can’t decide whether to be relieved that there’s no mystical bond or irritated that Victor literally took a bite out of me. It’s absurd, and I find myself laughing again. Maybe it’s the sheer ridiculousness of the situation or the fact that life has a way of turning expectations into a chaotic mess.

Victor looks like he’s about to say something, but Zeke beats him to it.

“You’re a f**king idiot, that’s what you are.”

Zeke declares, and for a moment, I appreciate the simplicity of his words.

No sugarcoating, just a straightforward assessment of the situation.

Safe

I look at Zeke, and we share a moment of understanding. The absurdity of it all hangs in the air like a punchline to an inside joke.

Victor finally speaks, his voice a mixture of frustration and confusion.

“But the claiming bite is supposed to create a bond!”

He protests, as if the universe owes him an explanation. I roll my eyes. The universe doesn’t owe anyone anything, especially not an explanation for failed magical bonds.

Zeke shakes his head, a bemused smile on his face.

“Did you even read the pamphlet?”

He asks, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. It’s a rhetorical question at this point. Who reads the pamphlet until everything falls apart?

Zeke explains the intricacies of Hunters and Hiders, and how Victor’s claim was nothing more than a physical act with no mystical repercussions. I feel a strange mix of relief and irritation.

looks at me, his expression a mix of confusion

protests again, as if the act of biting should have automatically triggered a cosmic connection. I can’t

hold back. “You bit a huge chunk of her flesh, Victor. That’s all you did. Congratulations, you played

pent–up tension and absurdity. Victor’s face contorts with a mix of embarrassment and anger. It’s a priceless reaction, and

that in this moment, I’ve found a

Liberated from the weight of Victor’s

Zeke tears

on it,” he says, his voice steady. “But not

confusion etched on my face. Why?

persistent pain and the growing sense of faintness. But Zeke doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stands up, his expression hardened, and grabs Victor by

hand flying to his

growls, his voice low and menacing. “Lucky that I

of her first.”

adds another

feel a strange mix of gratitude and confusion.

his eyes softening as he sees my bewildered expression. “I’m here, Alina. What do

torn hoodie feels rough against my skin as I press it onto the bleeding wound. The pain intensifies, but Zeke’s presence is a reassuring constant. I steal

care.

Safe

a water bottle, offering it

of concern and determination. “We need to

me blurs, edges fading into a fog of

a lifeline in the disorienting swirl of

dark pool. The pain in my neck throbs, a persistent reminder of Victor’s reckless actions. Zeke’s hand is on my shoulder, a steadying presence in

Alina,” Zeke’s voice is firm, a lifeline in the growing storm. I blink, struggling

and the growls intensify. It’s a cacophony that mirrors the

scoff, his voice a grating interruption.

he declares, dismissive and callous. “Just f**k off

me through the disorientation. I try to nod,

sounds in the distance. The world is dimming, the edges of consciousness slipping

cling to Zeke’s voice, the

It’s like a symphony of chaos, each note playing a part in the disorienting melody that surrounds us. I want to ask Zeke what’s happening, why everything

metallic tang that hangs in the wind. And now, as I feel the warmth trickling down my neck,

the surroundings like a hunter on high alert. We’re not alone. I know

shadows, drawn to the scent of blood like moths to a flame. In those stories, the protagonist

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255