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.”

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

trying to clear my blurry vision, only to realize that tears are streaming down my face. Words escape my lips in a hushed whisper

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Eyes:

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

my head, my eyes searching hers for any sign

void where her vibrant spirit

mutter, my voice barely audible.

my lips. It feels 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

link in

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

lifeless bodies

of blood and the bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a

peer from behind the trees, capturing our every move. The anger builds within me, a fire fueled by the violation of our privacy. My glare meets each

they won’t break

growl, my voice low and fierce.

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

be

small robots, their screens displaying our names and

His Eyes

from sponsors. Not from the

Alina, and she’s slipping

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

the distant sounds of nature are drowned out by the echoes of our footsteps. The weight of Alina in my arms becomes heater with each step, a burden I willingly

everything else becomes a distant blur, and all I can

did I not realize this

foliage, a small haven that once held echoes of our laughter and shared moments. I

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

regret. “I should have realized sooner how much I

I place my chin on top of her head, the tears flow, burning and impossible to control. They fall

long to

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His Eyes Feat

“I can’t live without you, Alina.

start.”

her tighter, as if my embrace could

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

the air. I replay the moments leading to her abduction,

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

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

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

of her skin against mine, a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of

words a solemn vow. “I won’t let you go again.

can’t.”

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

her.

I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. “I

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