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.”

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 do it

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

searching hers

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

I mutter, my voice barely audible. “I

in my own inadequacies, the weight of my failures pulling me under. But I can’t let her see

link in the chain.

sorry,” I whisper one more time, the words carrying the weight of

mine. 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 step

my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping

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

warning that they won’t break

my voice low and

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

be

robots, their screens displaying our names

His Eyes Pear

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

is Alina, and

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 against my chest offers solace tinged with the bitter taste of

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

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

I not realize this sooner?

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 blankets embracing

body in my arms, nuzzling my face into the softness of her hair. Her scent lingers in the air,

choked with regret. “I should have realized sooner how

the tears flow, burning and impossible to control. They fall onto her hair, mingling with the

so long to understand,” I

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

start.”

hold her tighter, as if my embrace could erase the

“Every moment without you

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

my words a desperate confession. “But every breath felt

trying to erase the emptiness reflected in her eyes. As I gaze upon her bruises and scars, I am reminded of the

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

her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine, a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of the love

solemn vow. “I won’t

can’t.”

eyes, once full of life, now hold an empty gaze.

her.

can’t lose you again,” I whisper, my voice raw

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