The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Fear

Zeke’s POV

I… I couldn’t stop myself. –

The rage pulsed through me, roaring like a hurricane in my thoughts. She threatened Alina, tried to hurt her. My hands tightly clung to her head, relentlessly pounding it against the unforgiving floor. With each strike, I could feel her bones yielding beneath my fists, the sickening thud resounding in my mind. I felt a wet and metallic substance splatter on my face, chest, and arms, covering me completely.

Alina… she was there, right beside us.

I couldn’t stand by and watch harm come to her, so I took it upon myself to be her protector. The world faded into a blur, leaving me with one goal: keeping her out of harm’s way. I spat on the broken mess I’d made of that woman’s face, feeling a mix of satisfaction and disgust.

I turned back to Alina, her head resting against my chest as I cradled her.

Her open eyes stared into nothingness, devoid of any expression. I shook her softly, desperately trying to get her attention.

No response. Nothing.

Panic took hold of me, paralyzing my thoughts and sending shivers down my spine. I held her tighter, my words of reassurance mingling with the scent of her

hair.

Was she hurt?

Was it something the woman did to her?

I don’t know. I’m scared shitless.

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His Eyes Feat

1. me.

I had no idea I could even feel this much, the rush of emotions overvintring

I hold Alina close, her fragile form trembling within my arms.

The cold reality of the situation bites at my soul, and I feel the weight of guilt pressing down on me like a thousand–ton boulder. Her body feels so small against mine, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest is the only sign that she’s still breathing.

I press my forehead against hers, the warmth of her skin sending a shiver down my spine. It’s as if I can feel the fever radiating from her, a scorching heat that matches the flames of regret burning within me. The air is thick and suffocating, a constant reminder of the weight of my guilt.

She looks ahead, her eyes vacant and distant, as if lost in her own thoughts. It’s a sight that pierces through me, and I feel a lump forming in my throat. I want to reach into the depths of her soul and pull her back from wherever she’s gone, but I

know it’s a place only she can navigate.

“Alina,” I whisper, my voice barely audible as it cracks. “I messed up, Alina. I’m so sorry. It’s my fault, all of it. I should’ve been there for you, protected you.”

She doesn’t react. She’s not looking at me.

It’s like she’s lost in some place I can’t reach.

“Please, please come back to me.”

the consequences that I can’t escape. If only I had been there for her, things might have been different. That was the responsibility I took on for myself. I had the freedom to do one thing, and I

blink repeatedly, trying to clear my blurry vision, only to realize that tears are streaming down my face. Words escape my lips in a hushed whisper as I press gentle kisses on the side of her head. “I know you won’t believe

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Eyes:

been more

lift my head, my eyes searching hers for any sign

is emptiness, a void where her vibrant spirit used to

this,” I mutter, my

feels like I’m drowning in my own inadequacies, the weight of my failures pulling me under. But I can’t let her see my weakness. I have to be strong for her, even

link in the chain.

the words carrying the weight of

is both unbearable and necessary. The lifeless bodies of those who brought about this chaos lay before me, their eyes locked in a haunting emptiness as I carefully step

guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a sign that she’s still with me. Nothing. I

her out of the cabin, I feel the gaze of unseen eyes upon us. Hidden cameras peer from behind the trees, capturing our every move. The anger builds within me, a fire fueled by the

warning that they won’t break me.

low and fierce.

the cameras continue to watch, indifferent to my plea. Their unblinking gaze follows us, a reminder that we’re

to be in.

the small robots, their screens displaying our names and

Eyes

Not from sponsors. Not from the Alpha,

is Alina, and she’s slipping

navigate it with a determination ton from desperation. The sensation of Alina’s body against my chest offers solace tinged with the bitter taste of regret,

drowned out by the echoes of our footsteps. The weight of Alina in my arms

all I can feel is the warmth of

did I not realize this

reminder of what we once shared. Finally, the cabin emerges through the foliage, a small haven that once held echoes of our laughter and shared moments. I tenderly settle Alina onto the makeshift bed we constructed, the

tightly. I hold her delicate body in my arms, nuzzling my face into the softness of her hair. Her scent lingers in the air, a

with regret. “I should have realized sooner

They fall onto her hair, mingling with the strands. My apologies spill out between

know why it took me so long to understand,” I confess, my voice a

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Eyes

without you, Alina.

start.”

her tighter, as if my embrace could erase the scars of the past.

you so much,” I admit, my voice barely audible. “Every moment without you was torture. I should

heavy in the air. I replay the moments leading to her abduction, each second a missed opportunity to save her from

I continue, my words a desperate confession. “But every breath felt like a betrayal. I can’t do it, Alina. I can’t live

on her back, as if trying to erase the emptiness reflected in her eyes. As I gaze upon her bruises and scars, I am reminded of the unimaginable horrors she has faced, and

seen it in your

lips against her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine, a gentle kiss that speaks volumes

Alina,” I say, the words a solemn vow. “I won’t let you go

can’t.”

contours of her cheeks. Her eyes, once full of life, now hold an empty

her.

you again,” I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. “I

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