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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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.”

consequences that I can’t escape. If only I had been there for her, things might

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

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

my eyes searching hers for any sign of recognition.

find is emptiness, a void

my voice

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 when I feel like

link in the

sorry,” I whisper one more time, the words carrying the weight of a thousand regrets. “I’m so

unbearable and necessary. The lifeless bodies of those

own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a sign that

carry 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.

alone,” I growl, my voice low and fierce.

watch, indifferent to my plea. Their unblinking gaze follows us, a reminder that we’re trapped in a twisted game we have no choice

be in.

over the small robots, their

His Eyes

Not from sponsors. Not from the

I need is Alina, and she’s slipping away,

silent, as if mourning the tragedy that unfolded within es depths. The path ahead is treacherous, and I navigate it with a determination ton from desperation. The sensation of Alina’s body against my

in my arms becomes heater with each step, a burden I willingly bear,

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

I not

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

body in my arms, nuzzling my face into the softness of

Alina,” I whisper, my voice choked with regret. “I should have realized

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

so long to understand,”

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you, Alina. I should have known it from the

start.”

hold her tighter, as if my embrace could

“Every moment without

replay the moments leading to her abduction, each

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

patterns on her back, as if trying to erase the emptiness reflected in her eyes. As I gaze upon her bruises

I murmur, my voice breaking. “I should have seen it in your eyes.

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

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

can’t.”

tenderness, I hold her face in my 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 the profound regret and overwhelming affection I have for

her.

again,” I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. “I can’t bear

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