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.”

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 to do it as best as I

my lips in a hushed whisper as I press gentle kisses on the side of her head. “I know you

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never wanted any of this. I should have been more careful,

my head, my eyes searching hers for any

I find is emptiness, a void where her vibrant spirit used

fix this,” I mutter, my voice barely

the weight of my failures pulling me under. But I can’t let

link in the

whisper one more time, the words carrying the

her frail body resting against mine. The weight of her 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

the scent of blood and the bitter taste of my own guilt. 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 violation of our privacy.

they won’t break me.

growl, my voice low

continue to watch, indifferent to my plea. Their unblinking gaze follows us, a

to be in.

the small robots, their

Eyes Pear

don’t need anything. Not from sponsors. Not

is Alina, and

I navigate it with a determination ton from desperation. The sensation of Alina’s body against my chest offers solace tinged

echoes of our footsteps. The weight of Alina in my arms becomes heater with each step, a burden I willingly bear, I

becomes a distant blur, and all I can feel is the warmth of the

I not realize

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 warmth of the blankets embracing her. The worn blankets and pillows

next to her, wrapping my arms around her tightly. I hold her delicate body in my arms, nuzzling my face into the softness of her

whisper, my voice choked with regret. “I should have realized sooner how much I

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

don’t know why it took me so long to understand,” I

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Eyes

can’t live without you, Alina. I

start.”

if my embrace could erase the scars of the past.

“Every moment without you was torture. I should have come for you sooner.”

replay the moments leading

live without you,” I continue, my words a desperate confession. “But every breath felt like a betrayal. I can’t do it, Alina.

As I gaze upon her bruises and scars,

it in your eyes. I should have known you needed me. Just as much as I

warmth of her skin against mine, a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of the love I couldn’t put into

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

can’t.”

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 the profound regret and overwhelming affection I have for

her.

you again,” I whisper, my voice raw with

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