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.”

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

blurry vision, only to realize that tears are streaming down my face. Words escape my lips in a hushed whisper as I press gentle kisses on the side of her head.

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have been more

lift my head, my eyes searching

find is emptiness, a void where her vibrant spirit used

I mutter, my

room echoes with the heavy sigh that escapes 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 for

link in the chain.

words carrying

against mine. The weight of her is both unbearable and necessary. The lifeless bodies of those who brought about this

the bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a sign that she’s still

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 fueled by the

warning that they won’t break me.

I growl, my voice low

my plea. Their unblinking gaze follows us, a reminder that we’re trapped in a twisted game we have

be

step over the small robots, their screens displaying our names and details.

His Eyes Pear

anything. Not from sponsors. Not from

is Alina, and

and I navigate it with a determination ton from desperation. The sensation

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 roots and rocks,

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

did I not realize this

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 her. The worn blankets and pillows carry the

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

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

my chin on top of her head, the tears flow, burning and impossible to control. They fall onto her hair, mingling with

long to understand,” I confess,

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

start.”

hold her tighter, as if my embrace could erase the

audible. “Every moment

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

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

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

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

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

love you, Alina,” I say, the words a solemn

can’t.”

of life, now hold an empty gaze. I lock eyes with her, my gaze filled with the profound regret and overwhelming affection I have for

her.

I whisper, my voice raw

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