The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Nightmare

Zeke’s POV

Inside the cabin, an atmosphere of tension hangs in the air, the suffocating silence only emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

Alina, with her delicate frame, appeared even more vulnerable as she was trapped in the woman’s malicious grasp. In the midst of an impossible decision, I raise my arms in surrender, hoping for reason to triumph over the impending danger.

“Drop your weapon!”

Shouting with urgency, my voice carries across the room. As I let go of the weapon, it made a loud clatter as it hit the floor, its sound echoing the defeat I felt in every fiber of my being. Regrettably, I had to earn the woman’s trust, and this was the lone option.

With a smoldering rage, the woman narrows her eyes in response to my surrender. I glance over at Alina, only to find her unmoving, her eyes concealed by a blindfold and her mouth muffled by a gag. The sight triggers intense anger within me, but I must stay composed to ensure Alina remains unharmed.

As the woman’s eyes locked with mine again, she pressed the knife against Alina’s delicate throat, sending a shiver down my spine. I understand her intentions she’s reminding us of the fragility of this equilibrium, one that could be disrupted by even the slightest tremor.

“Drop it. Please.”

I raise my voice again, the desperation evident in my plea as it echoes through the stifling air of the cabin. The woman, however, remains unmoved, her eyes reflecting the weight of her despair. The sound of her laughter bounces off the walls, devoid of joy, intensifying the weight of our predicament.

“Enough games,” Growling, my words are tinged with frustration. “Release her!

If you’re pissed off at me, take it out on me. Alina never did a damn thing to you!”

“Zeke, you fool,” With a sneer, the woman’s laughter transforms into a venomous retort. “Did you really think surrendering would change anything?”

Her words, filled with contempt, sliced through the air, shattering the delicate optimism I had clung to in my desperate attempt. My teeth grind together as frustration courses through my body.

I know the woman, at least by her familiar name and recognizable face. She’s working at the supermarket and decided to participate in the mating run. She couldn’t have been more than 19. She’s got her whole life ahead of her.

She’s not among the individuals I need to terminate, but if she persists, she’ll become a target. I’ll make her death a mirror image of the pain she’s subjecting Alina to – searing and relentless.

“Let her go,” I pleaded again, my voice filled with the urgency of a heartbeat pounding in my chest. I watch as the woman’s posture stiffens the moment I start moving forward. I stop abruptly, my hand shooting up in surrender for the second time. “Listen, I apologize if I took out your mate, but my own survival has to come

first.”

“Survival? He wasn’t even bothering you.” The woman spits, her eyes burning with an anger that I struggle to understand. “We were so close to getting out of this goddamn game. We talked about having a whole bunch of babies! Why do you get to have a happy ending and I don’t? This bitch never did shit to me, but what did I ever do to you?”

The woman, however, remains unyielding, her grip on Alina a vice that tightens with each passing moment, leaving

how much I want to. But I don’t have much of a say in the matter. She just doesn’t get it, does she? Every pack member here is treated as nothing more than pawns, while the Alpha and his family enjoy all the privileges

as if he were a timid little thing. He appeared

was a reasonable expectation that the Alpha would want him

couldn’t fathom why the fool would agree to attend the High Council’s invitation to participate in the

was nothing else I could do.

the Alpha gives me an order, I

a heartless killer who took the life of her kind–hearted mate. And there’s a chance that he could be. He had the ability to exhibit both kindness and treachery, even towards the pack that had been his source of

chance at survival if he had

Springcrest pack, traitors

me, you don’t want this

what should’ve been taken

her go and we can talk.”

defying all reason. “You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t

surface, a cauldron of

His Eyes

tests my composure.

conversation with her proved to be pointless. If I want to spare her life, I need to brainstorm a different solution. Anything.

of unease. The woman’s eyes burned with an intense ferocity, bordering on madness, as she pointed the knife at

her words lashed out like venom, suffocating the air with their toxic intensity. “You should pay for what you’ve done,

for an eye, the cabin becomes suffocated

to you, I

can escape the consequences. I might have thought you were a loyal mate, but maybe you’re just waiting around and planning to kill

they all seemed to be aimed directly at us. I could feel the weight of

from my lips without

His Eyes:

not not even

out the thunder rumbling in the distance. The woman, however, scoffs at my protest, her laughter echoing through the room,

seen the way you look at her, the lengths

A mocking cadence escapes

with the same blood that stained mine. You’re a heartless murderer and she’s the only one

hands, once tools of the Alpha, now shake under

Alina? I have no

I am, I shouldn’t