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.”

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 have been different. That was the responsibility I took on for myself. I had the freedom to do one thing, and I couldn’t seize the opportunity to

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

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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

all I find is emptiness, a void where her vibrant spirit

mutter, my voice barely

feels like I’m drowning in my own inadequacies, the weight of my failures pulling me under.

in the

carrying the weight of a thousand regrets.

is both unbearable and necessary. The lifeless bodies

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

I 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

that they won’t

I growl, my voice low and fierce.

us, a reminder

be in.

over the small robots, their screens displaying our names

His Eyes Pear

need anything. Not from sponsors. Not from

is Alina, and

is eerily 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.

trees cast long shadows, and 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 bear, I stumble over

that moment, everything else becomes a distant blur, and all I can feel is

not realize this

cabin emerges through the foliage, a small haven that once held echoes of our laughter and shared moments. I tenderly settle Alina

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,

“I

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

it took me so long to understand,”

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murmur. “I can’t live without you, Alina. I

start.”

tighter, as if my embrace could erase the

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

guilt hangs heavy in the air. I replay the moments leading to her abduction, each second a missed opportunity to save her from

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

upon her bruises and scars, I am reminded of the unimaginable horrors she has faced, and I yearn to wipe away

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

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

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

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

her.

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

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