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.”

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, and I couldn’t seize the opportunity to

in a hushed whisper as I press gentle kisses on the side of her head. “I

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

my eyes searching hers for any sign of

all I find is emptiness, a void where her vibrant spirit used to reside.

fix this,” I mutter, my

It feels like I’m drowning in my own inadequacies, the weight of my failures pulling

in

I whisper one more time, the words carrying

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 step over

of my own guilt. I glance at her, hoping for a sign that she’s still with me. Nothing. I sigh.

us. Hidden cameras peer from behind the trees, capturing our every move. The anger builds

that they won’t

alone,” I growl, my voice low and fierce.

the cameras continue to watch, indifferent to my plea. Their unblinking gaze follows us, a reminder that we’re trapped in a twisted game we have no choice

to be in.

their screens displaying

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from sponsors.

I need is Alina, and she’s slipping

within es depths. The path ahead is treacherous, and I navigate it with a determination ton from desperation. The sensation of Alina’s body against

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

all I can feel is the warmth of the

did I not

with tall trees and fallen leaves, 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

wrapping my 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

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

I place my chin on top of her head, 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

me so long to

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

start.”

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

moment without

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

every breath felt like a betrayal. I can’t do it, Alina. I

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

voice breaking. “I should have seen it in

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

a solemn

can’t.”

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

her.

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

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