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.”

and 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 to do one thing,

trying 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

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

head, my eyes searching

find is emptiness, a void where her vibrant

this,” I mutter, my voice

weight of my failures pulling me under. But I can’t let her see my

in the chain.

I whisper one more time, the words carrying the weight of a thousand

her frail body resting against 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

and the bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance

the trees, capturing our every move.

that they

low and fierce.

my plea. Their unblinking gaze follows us, a reminder that

to be

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

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don’t need anything. Not from sponsors. Not from

need is Alina,

the tragedy that unfolded within es depths. The path ahead is treacherous, and I navigate it with

the echoes of our footsteps. The weight of Alina in my arms becomes heater with each step, a burden I willingly bear, I stumble

and all I can feel is the warmth of the woman in

I not realize

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.

tightly. I hold her delicate body in my arms, nuzzling my face into the

regret. “I should have realized sooner how much I need you.”

the 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

me so long to understand,” I confess, my

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

start.”

my embrace could erase the scars of

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

replay the moments leading to her abduction, each second a missed

words a desperate confession. “But every breath

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

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

of her skin against mine, a gentle kiss

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

can’t.”

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 affection

her.

again,” I whisper, my voice raw with

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