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 responsibility I took on for myself. I had the freedom to do one thing, and I couldn’t seize the opportunity to do it

vision, only to realize that tears are streaming down my face. Words escape my lips in a hushed

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of this. I should have been more

head, my eyes searching hers for any sign of recognition.

emptiness, a void where her vibrant spirit used

mutter, my voice barely

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

in the chain.

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

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

of blood and the bitter taste of my own guilt. I glance

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. My glare meets each lens,

they won’t break

my voice low and fierce. “Even just for now.”

us, a

be in.

the small robots, their screens displaying our

Eyes

Not from

need is Alina, and she’s

ahead is treacherous, and I navigate it with a determination

Alina in my arms becomes heater with each step, a burden I willingly bear, I stumble over roots and rocks, my foous solely on Alina.

and all I can

not realize this

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 weight of the countless nights we spent here.

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

sorry, Alina,” I whisper, my voice choked with regret. “I should have realized sooner

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

took me so long to understand,” I

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without you, Alina. I

start.”

tighter, as if my embrace could erase the scars

admit, my voice barely audible. “Every moment without you was torture. I should have

leading to her abduction, each second

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

gaze upon her bruises and scars, I am reminded of the

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

lips against her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine, a gentle kiss that

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

can’t.”

cheeks. Her eyes, once full of life, now hold an empty gaze. I lock eyes with

her.

whisper, my voice raw with

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