The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Curse

Zeke’s POV

Alina’s movements were noticeably faster this time around.

As she twists, her body slips through my fingers and I lose my grip on her. Before I knew it, her claws were outstretched, glinting dangerously as they aimed straight at my neck. I don’t duck as quick as I hoped, and her claws stratches a part of my jaw. Pain courses through my body as I bleed, causing me to groan and wince.

Just as I was about to reach for her again, Alina takes a step back, her body tense and rigid. At first, I thought she was doing so because she was in a trance again. But as I look at her face, I notice the tense set of her jaw and the creases on her forehead, all signs of frustration. With a snarl on her lips and her fingers twitching, it was clear that she had a desire to hurt me once more.

But instead of walking towards me, she’s now moving away with stiff, measured

strides.

I approach her, but she responds by shaking her head, her vacant eyes staring straight through me. Watching her, I couldn’t help but notice the way she moved with purpose towards the nearest tree. Right in front of it, she stops abruptly, her body tense as she firmly presses both hands against the rough bark of the tree.

“Alina…?”

With a wince, I try again, feeling the sharp ache in my stomach. I look down, feeling my eyes blink rapidly as the world around me becomes a blur. Blood was pouring out of me in an alarming quantity. The urgency of our situation becomes apparent – if I don’t act quickly, we will both die.

Then Alina started violently smashing her head against the tree trunk.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

Each time, she would smash her head against the tree with even greater force than before.

“Alina!”

Shouting at the top of my lungs, I rush towards her. My steps become

unsteady, my eyesight growing hazy, yet I persist. The impact of her head hitting the tree sends a shudder through my chest, a resounding echo of the torment she suffers. Desperate to save her, I reach out with trembling hands, but she stands firm, refusing to be moved.

Her words tumble out in fragmented stutters, her voice laced with anguish and an overwhelming sense of urgency.

“I–I have to stop… the voices-”

“What? What voices, Alina?” My heart races, its pounding echoing in my chest, as I feel utterly helpless at this moment. My hands tremble uncontrollably as I plead with her, desperately trying to pull her away from the destructive hold of the tree. “Please, you have to let me help you.”

But she resists, the vacant look in her eyes mirroring the struggle within her tortured mind. The forest seems to close in around us, bearing witness to a battle unseen, unheard.

“Zeke,” she mutters, her voice a fragile whisper amidst the chaos. “The… voices… voices won’t stop. They’re… tearing me apart.”

My mind races, desperately seeking a solution to reach her, to release her from the unseen chains that hold her captive.

hear any voices, Alina,” My voice trembled with desperation as I spoke.

her forehead, blood trickles down her face, leaving a trail of red in its wake. Wincing, I hastily reach out and grab her again, using all my strength to separate her from the tree. This time, she comes to a sudden halt, blood trickling from her forehead and landing on her nose. Gripping the sides of

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tries to cling to her sanity, slipping away like sand slipping through her

confesses, her words laced with anguish. “They’re telling

gently brush against the back of her neck as I reach out for her again. Hesitantly,

help, Alina. We’ll get

“Stop…Stop it-”

else, not me. As her hands press against my chest, I feel the slight quiver in her touch. I can feel the struggle within her, the desire

telling you? The

they’ve injected her with, and its effects are becoming evident. I’ve witnessed it countless times. The Alpha’s long list of enemies led him to

them.

victim feel as though they were in a deep slumber, unaware of the control someone else had over them. It is probable that she was injected with a serum by those

I sense her

“…Kill…you.”

fixated on a world only she can fathom. I attempt to draw her nearer, longing to surround her with the

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my hug, but her body remains stiff

you like this,” I confess, the weight of my words lingering in the air. “I hate

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seemed to reverberate through the forest, carried by its echoing sounds. As I press my lips against her forehead, I can’t help but feel

a feeble attempt to

to contain the pain within. I hold her tighter, feeling the warmth of her body against mine.

Tears cascade down her cheeks, even though her eyes remain empty and emotionless. As my hand rises slowly, I delicately wipe away her tears, the warmth of

except for the vivid crimson mark on her forehead, a testament to a recent wound. With utmost care, I gently remove the

say, my voice a murmured apology as my fingers linger on

remains silent, her

myself captivated by her face, scrutinizing every nook and cranny with intense curiosity. Her beauty was ever–growing, and with each passing second, my love for her deepened. I lean in, my lips finding hers in a slow and

vow, my words a whispered promise against

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matter how hopeless it seems, I’ll stand by

my shoulder. A sigh of fatigue escaped me, its sound barely audible against the backdrop of the cool night air. She’d fainted, her face finally freed from the torment that had been

the silent forest, my words carried away by the

need.”

Their watchful gaze never wavered, tracking our every step, and I felt an intense urge to rip their eyes out. The moon’s glow illuminated the lenses, turning them into malevolent