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.”

strained, filling the room with an uncomfortable sound. It’s a 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

streaming down my face. Words escape my lips in a

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

lift my head, my eyes searching hers for any sign of

I find is emptiness, a void

I mutter, my voice

failures pulling me under. But I can’t let her see my weakness. I have to be strong for her, even when I feel

in the

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

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

with the scent of blood and the bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a sign that she’s still with me. Nothing.

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

warning that they won’t

I growl, my voice low

indifferent to my plea. Their unblinking gaze follows us, a reminder that we’re trapped

be

small robots, their screens displaying our names and

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anything. Not from

need is Alina,

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

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,

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

did I not realize

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 her. The worn blankets

her delicate body in my arms, nuzzling my face into the softness of her hair. Her scent lingers in the air, a sweet and intoxicating fragrance.

with regret. “I should have

impossible to control. They fall onto her hair, mingling with the strands. My apologies spill out between sobs, a desperate plea for

long to understand,” I confess, my

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you, Alina.

start.”

tighter, as if my embrace could

you so much,” I admit, my voice barely audible. “Every moment without you was

the moments leading to her abduction, each

I continue, my words a desperate confession. “But every breath felt like a betrayal. I can’t do it, Alina. I

erase the emptiness reflected in her eyes. As I gaze upon her bruises and scars, I am reminded of the unimaginable horrors she has faced, and I yearn

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

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

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

can’t.”

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 affection I have

her.

whisper, my voice raw with

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