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.”

of the consequences that I can’t escape. If only I had been there for her, things might have been different. That was the

lips in

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

my head, my eyes searching hers

void where her vibrant spirit used to

fix this,” I mutter, my voice barely

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 her, even when

link in

sorry,” I whisper one more time, the words carrying the weight of a thousand regrets. “I’m so

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

guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a sign that she’s

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 fueled by the violation of our privacy.

they won’t break me.

voice low and fierce. “Even

Their unblinking gaze follows us, a

be

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

Eyes

need anything. Not from sponsors. Not from the Alpha,

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

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

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

did I not

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

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, a

whisper, my voice choked 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

don’t know why it took me so long to understand,” I

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Alina. I should have known it from the

start.”

tighter, as if my embrace could erase the scars of the

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

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

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

circular patterns on her back, as if trying to 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 to wipe away

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

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

love you, Alina,” I say, the words a solemn vow. “I won’t let

can’t.”

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

her.

whisper, my voice raw with emotion. “I can’t bear it,

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