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.”

her, things might have been different. That was the responsibility I took on for myself. I had

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

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you. I never wanted any of this. I should have been more careful, more aware. It’s because of me that they did this

searching hers for any

find is emptiness, a void where

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

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

link in the chain.

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

is both unbearable and necessary. The lifeless bodies of those who brought about

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

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

warning that they won’t break

I growl, my voice low and fierce. “Even just

us, a reminder that we’re trapped in

to be

over the small robots, their screens

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anything. Not from

is Alina, and

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

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

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

not

a bittersweet 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

nuzzling my face into the softness

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

control. They fall onto her

it took me so long to

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

start.”

hold her tighter, as if my embrace could erase the scars

my voice barely audible. “Every moment without you was torture. I should have come

hangs heavy in the air. I replay the moments leading to

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

gaze upon her bruises and scars, I am reminded

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

forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine, a

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

can’t.”

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

her.

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

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