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.”

a comforting embrace, I can feel her body relax

through this, Alina.

I don’t

her words barely audible, revealing the fragile

what’ll happen, but

her gaze meeting mine with a mix of gratitude and longing.

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

out to touch my neck. The moment her fingers make contact with my skin, a

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

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

presence next to mine. As I reach for the first aid

you calmed down,

softly, my voice a calming murmur. With a bandage in hand, I carefully unravel it, feeling the soft fabric and seeing the

Her eyes remain fixed on me, flickering between the bandage

I am relieved to feel the coolness providing some comfort.

Alina. Don’t worry about

complex blend of gratitude and guilt reflecting in her eyes. As she tries to maintain her

audible over the quiet hum of the night. “I could

can’t kill me.” I reach out, gently brushing her hair away from

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

listen to the birds chirping in the distance. “We’ll find a way to manage it, Alina. And I

us in a shared vulnerability. My words, spoken

she begins speaking, her voice trembling with a touch of hesitation. “Maybe it’s better if I sleep outside.

vigorously shake my head, adamant about not allowing her to bear the guilt

alone.

anything, I should be the one staying outside.”

a mixture

I can’t be angry at you. We’re

no distance between us. Instead, I pull her close, my arms enveloping her in a protective embrace. The warmth of the moment is both soothing

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

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

hold her tighter, the words spoken in the quiet of the room. “You won’t,

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

a small scoff, a hesitant

be

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

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

reflecting gratitude. “Thank

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