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.”

I pull her into a comforting embrace, I can feel

this, Alina. Together.”

you, and I don’t want to

whispers, her words barely audible, revealing the fragile admission of the

murmur. “We can’t predict what’ll happen, but we can face it together. And I’m not

gratitude

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,

the air, her widened eyes reflecting pure horror, as her hands instinctively reached out to touch my neck. The moment her fingers make contact with my skin,

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

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

beside me 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

get you calmed down, okay?”

unravel it, feeling the soft fabric and seeing the adhesive side

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

in place on my neck, I am relieved to feel the coolness providing some comfort.

okay, Alina. Don’t

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

because of me,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the night. “I

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

focus never 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?”

setting the first aid kit aside, taking a moment to listen to the birds chirping in the distance. “We’ll find a way to manage it, Alina. And

shared vulnerability. My words, spoken with a quiet determination, act

touch of hesitation. “Maybe it’s better

about not allowing

alone.

Alina. If anything, I should be the

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

grasp. “Alina, I can’t be angry at you.

time, there’s no distance between us. Instead, I pull her

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

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

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

and I feel the need to lighten the atmosphere. “You know what we

scoff, a

can be funny, even if you

pack. Let’s just say, it ended up being more of a bonfire than a meal. The Alpha was so mad at me, he told me to run around the pack’s

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

smiles, her eyes reflecting gratitude. “Thank you, Zeke. I