The Mating Run by Leeka

Zeke’s POV

“Alina!”

In His Eyes: Dreams

The words come out in a choked scream, the syllables stretched and strained.

But there’s no response. Her empty gaze seems to pierce through the darkness, detached and unfazed by the struggle beneath her hands. My chest tightens with fear, as if sharp claws are digging into my ribs, demanding to be set free from the crushing grip that looms over me. Desperation and confusion mingled in my eyes as I wrestled against her tight grip.

“Alina, please!” Struggling to speak, I managed to rasp out my words, my plea echoing in the void that separated us. “Let me go!”

And then, as if jolted awake from a dream, her eyes widen with recognition. In an instant, the vacant look on her face is replaced by a surge of realization, as she comprehends the magnitude of what she is doing. The tightness around my throat loosens, allowing me to take a gasping breath and feel the immediate relief of fresh oxygen entering my lungs.

“Zeke?”

As she speaks, her voice wavers, conveying a sense of confusion and deep remorse. Clutching my throat, I could still feel the lingering sensation of her hands, like a ghostly touch.

“What… What happened, Alina?”

Horror and guilt immediately wash over her face, causing her to recoil. Her hands tremble uncontrollably as she gazes at them, her entire body filled with a sense of unease.

“I don’t… I don’t know. I just… I thought I was dreaming.”

As I sit up, the bed feels even colder than it did moments ago.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she says, her voice a fragile apology in the quiet darkness. “I’m sorry.”

“Alina, it’s okay,” I murmur, my voice an attempt at reassurance. “It was… just a bad dream, right?”

As she looks at me, her eyes, clouded with remnants of the night’s confusion, well up with tears, revealing a blend of fear and sorrow on her face.

“I’m sorry, Zeke,” she whispers, her voice trembling, eyes never wavering from my neck. “I’m so sorry, sorry, so sorry…”

My hand reaches out, delicately cupping her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin.

fell.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry, come on.’

But her tears kept streaming down her face, leaving gentle pathways as they

I guide her to sit beside me on the bed, the cold reality of the night enveloping us in its presence. “Alina, you can’t blame yourself. We’re both trying to figure this out, and sometimes things get a little messy. It doesn’t change how I feel about

you.”

into a comforting embrace, I can feel her

through this, Alina. Together.”

don’t want

whispers, her words barely audible, revealing the

I say, my voice a gentle murmur. “We can’t predict what’ll happen, but we can

with a mix of gratitude and longing. “I don’t

thumb brushing away a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re worth every bit of patience and understanding. We’ll

horror, as her hands instinctively reached out to touch my neck. The moment her fingers make contact with my skin, a grimace forms

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

left behind by the strength of her grip during the nightmare. Alina’s eyes welled up with tears at the sight of blood, her hands shaking as she comprehended the unintended consequence of her

on the bed, feeling the warmth of her presence next to mine. As I reach for the first aid kit, I notice the glistening tears streaking down her face, revealing the depth of her inner

calmed down, okay?”

hand, I carefully unravel it, feeling the soft fabric and

affected by what happened. Her eyes remain fixed on me, flickering between the bandage and my face, as if searching for answers. “I’m sorry, Zeke. I don’t know why I did that.”

place on my neck, I am

Alina. Don’t worry about it.”

at her, I could see a complex blend of gratitude and guilt reflecting in her eyes. As she tries to maintain her composure, there’s a lingering sense of vulnerability in the

because of me,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the quiet

can’t kill me.” I reach out, gently brushing her hair away from her face. “Besides, it’s just a scratch,

within the plain white surface. “I could have really hurt you, Zeke. What if it happens again?

in the distance. “We’ll find a way to manage it, Alina. And I won’t let you

in the air intensifies the weight of uncertainty, enveloping us in a shared vulnerability. My words, spoken

voice trembling with a touch of hesitation. “Maybe it’s better

adamant about not allowing her

alone.

If anything, I should

now?” Her eyes meet mine, a mixture

I can’t be angry at you. We’re navigating uncharted territory, and I won’t abandon you when you need support the most.”

the bed, encouraging her to lie back. This time, there’s no distance between us. Instead, I pull her close, my arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. The warmth of the

gently running through her hair. “We’ll figure this

lets out a shaky breath, the weight of the night’s events still pressing

in the quiet of the room. “You won’t, Alina. We’ll find a way through this, and I’m not going anywhere.”

the traces of fear persist in her eyes, and I feel the need to lighten the

gives a small scoff, a hesitant

be funny,

just say, it ended up being more of a bonfire than a meal. The Alpha was

the story, Alina’s laughter grows more genuine, erasing the lines of worry etched on her face. Her beautiful laugh fills the room, momentarily drowning out all

smiles, her eyes reflecting gratitude. “Thank you,