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.”

As I pull her into a comforting embrace, I can feel her body relax against mine, seeking solace in the

get through this, Alina. Together.”

you, and I don’t

words barely audible, revealing the fragile admission of

listen to me,” I say, my voice a gentle murmur. “We can’t predict what’ll happen, but

her gaze meeting mine with a mix of gratitude and longing. “I don’t think I deserve someone

I reply, my thumb brushing away a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re worth every bit of patience and understanding. We’ll find a way through this,

reached out to touch my neck. The moment her fingers make contact with my skin, a grimace forms on my face. I can then feel a wetness against my neck, and my fingers confirm it as they come

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

by the strength of her grip during the nightmare. Alina’s eyes welled up with

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

calmed down,

carefully unravel it, feeling the soft fabric and seeing the adhesive side that will soon adhere to my

between the bandage and my face, as if searching

in place on my neck, I am relieved to feel the coolness

Don’t worry about it.”

and guilt reflecting in her eyes.

barely audible over the quiet

out, gently brushing her hair away from

wavers from the bandage, her fingertips gently caressing the fabric as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden within the plain white surface. “I could have really hurt you, Zeke. What if it happens again? What if I can’t control it?”

chirping in the distance. “We’ll find a way to manage it, Alina. And I won’t let you push yourself away because of this. We face it

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

“Maybe it’s better if I sleep outside. That way,

shake my head, adamant about not

alone.

If anything, I should be the

now?” Her eyes meet mine, a mixture of surprise and frustration flickering within. “Why aren’t you upset?!”

at you. We’re navigating

lie back. This time, there’s no distance between us. Instead, I pull her close, my arms enveloping her in a protective embrace.

fingers gently running through her hair. “We’ll figure this out, step by step.”

the weight of the night’s events still pressing on her. “I don’t want to hurt you,

the quiet of the room. “You won’t, Alina. We’ll find

her eyes, and I feel the need to lighten the atmosphere. “You know what we need? A distraction. How

scoff, a hesitant smile

can be funny,

the pack. Let’s just say, it ended up being more of a bonfire than a meal. The Alpha was so mad

of worry etched on her face. Her beautiful laugh fills the room, momentarily drowning out all

“Thank you, Zeke.