The Mating Run by Leeka

Chapter 68

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.”

display of sorrow. As I pull her into a comforting

get through this, Alina. Together.”

don’t want to

audible, revealing the fragile admission

predict what’ll happen, but we can face it together. And

mix of gratitude and longing. “I don’t think

from her cheek. “You’re worth every bit of patience and understanding. We’ll find a way through

instinctively 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

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

her grip during the nightmare. Alina’s eyes welled up with tears at the sight of blood, her hands shaking as

As I reach for the first aid kit, I notice

get you calmed

voice a calming murmur. With a bandage in hand, I carefully unravel it, feeling the

affected by what happened. Her eyes remain fixed on me, flickering between the bandage and

bandage securely in place on my neck, I am

Don’t worry

gratitude and guilt reflecting in her eyes. As she tries to maintain her composure, there’s a lingering sense of vulnerability in the air.

over the quiet hum of the night.

her hair away from her face. “Besides, it’s just a scratch,

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

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

words, spoken with a quiet determination, act as an anchor, keeping us grounded in the

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

vigorously shake my head, adamant about not allowing

alone.

should be the one

mixture of surprise and frustration flickering within. “Why aren’t you upset?!”

feeling their soft warmth in my grasp. “Alina, I can’t be angry at you. We’re navigating uncharted territory, and

I pull her close,

gently running through her hair.

of the night’s events still pressing on her.

words spoken in the quiet of the room. “You won’t, Alina. We’ll find a way

traces of fear persist in her eyes, and I feel the need to lighten the atmosphere. “You know what we need? A distraction. How about

scoff, a hesitant smile forming.

can be funny,

pack. Let’s just say, it ended up being more of a bonfire than

story, Alina’s laughter grows more genuine, erasing the lines of worry

gratitude. “Thank you, Zeke.

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