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.”

the room with an uncomfortable sound. It’s a painful reminder of what I’ve done, of the consequences that I can’t escape. If only I had been there for her, things might

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

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should have been more careful, more aware. It’s

lift my head, my eyes searching hers for

void where her vibrant spirit used to reside.

this,” I mutter, my voice barely

echoes with the heavy sigh that escapes my lips. It feels like I’m drowning in my own inadequacies, the weight of my failures pulling me under. But

link in the

whisper one more time, the words carrying the weight of a thousand

her is both unbearable and necessary. The lifeless bodies of those who brought about this chaos lay before me, their eyes

with the scent of blood and the bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance

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. My

warning that they won’t

voice low and

unblinking gaze follows us,

to be

small robots, their

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from sponsors. Not from the

I need is Alina, and

path ahead is treacherous, and I navigate it with a determination ton

weight of Alina in my arms becomes

that moment, everything else becomes a distant blur, and all I can feel is the warmth of the woman in my

did I not realize

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 warmth of the blankets embracing her. The worn blankets and

down 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 hair. Her scent lingers in the air, a sweet and

voice choked with regret. “I should have realized

place my chin on top of her head, the tears flow, burning and impossible to control. They fall onto her hair, mingling with the strands. My apologies spill

know why it took me so long to understand,” I

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murmur. “I can’t live without you, Alina. I should have known it from

start.”

my embrace could erase the scars of the

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

moments leading to her abduction, each second a missed opportunity to

could live without you,” I continue, my words a desperate confession. “But every breath

her eyes. As I gaze upon her bruises

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

mine, a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of

a solemn vow. “I won’t let

can’t.”

once full of life, now

her.

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

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