The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Vicious

Zeke’s POV

The forest is alive with the scent of Alina’s blood, a trail that cuts through the crisp air like a morbid melody. Panic clenches my chest, each inhale saturated with the metallic tang that heralds danger. Running through the dense foliage, I can feel the urgency building within me, threatening to engulf my every thought.

Navigating through the labyrinth of trees, I am constantly deceived by the playful shadows that seem to move and shift. With Alina’s life hanging in the balance, time seems to stretch on endlessly, each second dragging on with unbearable weight. My teeth clenched tightly, a wave of frustration surged through my veins, intensifying with each beat of my heart.

She shouldn’t be suffering, not like this.

I messed up big time by letting this happen.

As I barrel through the underbrush, a figure emerges from the shadows. As I walked, another Hunter suddenly appeared in front of me, obstructing my way. My desperate sprint is abruptly interrupted by his jarring presence, throwing me off course. I can feel the anger simmering beneath my skin, a fiery intensity that threatens to erupt.

“Don’t f**k with me.” Snarling, I can feel the tension in my muscles, rippling just beneath my skin. “I ain’t got the time for this shit.”

A smug smirk spreads across the Hunter’s face, intensifying my frustration. He points a spear in my direction, a crude weapon that mirrors the primitive hostility of our surroundings. Coming to a standstill, I can’t help but feel my fists clenching involuntarily. I don’t have a single moment to spare, especially when Alina’s life hangs in the balance.

“I know you,” The Hunter’s sneer deepens, his eyes narrowing with contempt, leaving no doubt about his disdain. “You’re the one who murders people for sport,

aren’t you?”

I shake my head, a mocking sound escaping my mouth. A low, seething voice escapes my lips, resonating through the forest like an echoing growl of frustration. Surveying the area, I frantically searched for an alternative route to avoid this pointless obstruction.

“Hey.” The Hunter repeats his words, his footsteps growing louder as he approaches, the tip of his spear pressing firmly against my chest. I stand my ground, not even wincing as he thrusts the spear lightly into my chest, the sharp point puncturing my flesh. “I asked you a question, for f**k’s sake. That’s you, ain’t it? The Alpha’s goddamn lapdog.”

The question gnaws at me like an incessant ticking sound. I’m so over this, I just want him to move aside and drop dead. Killing him is out of the question for me. The cameras are all on me, and he wasn’t exactly wrong either. I am limited to taking out targets solely at the Alpha’s discretion. It frustrates me, but other than that, I can’t simply end someone’s life without justification.

I can’t kill his son, even though I really, really want to.

I was given strict instructions to intimidate him enough that he would give up on the Mating Run.

And the bastard didn’t.

But the others don’t know that, do they? To them, I am nothing more than a merciless instrument of death. And maybe I am, maybe that’s the true essence of my being. Still, I couldn’t care less anymore.

Without knowing if Alina is safe or not, nothing else holds any significance.

But the Hunter remains obstinate, his spear a barrier between me and the desperate pursuit of Alina’s fading scent. The forest seems to close in around us, a claustrophobic space where the echoes of our conflict blend with the rustling leaves and ominous whispers of the trees.

bolstered by my

the place?

as both a challenge and a

anger.

grip the spear tightly, feeling the rough texture of the wood against my palm as I

won’t hesitate to kill you if you get in my way. Move aside, now.”

could cost me my

be a worthless

dumbass who

defiance persists, his arrogance unwavering. With a swift motion, he lunges at me again, the weight of half the spear threatening

my senses with a surge of adrenaline.

I don’t have

“Die!”

this up as soon as possible. With every passing moment, Alina slips further away. With each step, the Hunter moves with calculated precision, his eyes locked on his target. As I flex my fingers, a desperate longing for

the air. I can’t afford to be sidetracked by

again, I dodge, my movements fueled by a raw determination to break

swift motion, I disarm the Hunter, the clang of the spear hitting the ground echoing through the air. I take advantage of the surprise in his widened eyes, seizing the moment of vulnerability. A powerful strike lands across his jaw, a testament to the frustration and anger that courses

backward, his head

take advantage of the opportunity. With each calculated strike, my fists unleash a torrent of controlled fury, a cathartic release of

blinking, his eyelids fluttering as he battles against

too late… to

spits out saliva. A nerve pops in my head, and I let out a feral growl, delivering one final, forceful punch. As he laughs, blood splatters from his mouth, and he quickly turns to the side to spit out

him by the collar,

me where the f** she

defiance that infuriates me. But he remains silent, an impenetrable barrier against the desperate pleas that pour out

my sanity. I tighten my grip on him, feeling the surge of frustration urging

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this Eyes Vicious

lingers, a chilling reminder of the true enemy that

from me, reverberating through the forest as I unleash the Hunter. In a final act of desperation, I deliver a powerful punch, leaving him. unconscious and defeated. He crumples to the ground, the weight of defeat evident. in his slumped shoulders and defeated posture. I

the air, beckoning

taunts linger like a bitter aftertaste, but I push them aside. The forest seems to pulse with the urgency of my pursuit, the shadows converging as if guiding me towards the source of Alina’s

trees. My heart pounds in tandem with my footsteps, the rhythm a desperate plea for her survival. The shadows seem to retreat, acknowledging the

the dense foliage,