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.”

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 couldn’t seize the opportunity

blurry vision, only to realize that tears are streaming down my face. Words escape my lips in a hushed whisper as I press

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His Eyes:

this. I should have been more careful, more aware. It’s because of me that they

my eyes searching hers for any sign of recognition.

I find is emptiness, a void where her vibrant

I mutter, my voice barely audible. “I promise.”

that escapes my lips. It 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

link in the

time, the words carrying the weight of a thousand regrets. “I’m

lifeless bodies of those who brought about this chaos lay before me, their eyes locked in a haunting emptiness as I carefully step over

the bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for

trees, capturing our every move. The anger builds within me, a fire fueled by the violation of our privacy. My glare meets each lens,

that they won’t break

low and fierce. “Even just

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

be

the small robots, their

Eyes

don’t need anything. Not from sponsors. Not from the Alpha,

is Alina, and she’s

within es depths. The path ahead is treacherous, and I navigate it with a determination ton from desperation. The sensation of Alina’s body

sounds of nature are drowned out by the echoes of our footsteps. The weight of Alina in my arms becomes heater with each step, a burden

I can feel is the warmth of

not

that once held echoes of our laughter

arms, nuzzling my face into the

regret. “I should have realized sooner how much

burning and impossible to control. They fall onto her hair, mingling with the strands. My apologies spill out between sobs, a desperate

took me so long to understand,” I confess, my

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Eyes

you, Alina. I should have known it from

start.”

as if my embrace

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

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

every breath felt like a betrayal. I can’t do it, Alina. I can’t live

fingers glide in circular patterns 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

take me so long to realize?” I murmur, my voice breaking. “I should have seen it

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

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

can’t.”

hands, my fingertips tracing the contours of her cheeks. Her eyes, once full of life, now hold an empty gaze. I lock eyes with her, my gaze filled with

her.

again,” I whisper, my voice

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