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.”

escape. If only I had been there for her, things might have

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 press gentle

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

lift my head, my eyes searching hers for any sign

I find is emptiness, a void where her

I mutter, my voice barely audible.

weight of my failures pulling me under. But I can’t let her see my weakness. I have to

link in the chain.

time, the words carrying 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

of my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a

out of the cabin, I feel the gaze of unseen eyes upon us. Hidden cameras peer from behind the trees, capturing

they won’t break

low and

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

to be in.

small robots, their screens displaying our names and

Eyes

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

I need is Alina, and she’s slipping

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

Alina in my arms becomes heater with each step,

and all I can feel is the warmth of the woman in my embrace,

I not realize

path to our cabin, lined with tall trees and fallen leaves, serves as 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 moments. I tenderly settle Alina onto the makeshift bed we constructed, the warmth of the

in my arms, nuzzling my face into the softness of

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

They fall onto her hair, mingling with the strands. My apologies spill

so long to

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

start.”

tighter, as if my embrace could erase the

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

moments leading to her abduction, each second a missed opportunity to save her from this

without you,” I continue, my words a desperate confession. “But every breath felt like a betrayal.

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

it in your eyes. I should have known you needed

mine,

a solemn vow. “I

can’t.”

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

her.

lose you again,” I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. “I

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