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.”

face, streaked with tears, remains a poignant display of sorrow. As I pull her into a comforting embrace, I can feel her body relax against mine, seeking solace in the safety of my arms.

get through this, Alina. Together.”

don’t want to hurt you

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

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

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

stray tear from her cheek. “You’re

contact with my skin, a grimace forms on my

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

wound left behind by the strength of her grip during the nightmare.

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 turmoil. With a gentle smile, I offer

get you calmed down,

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

fixed on me, flickering between the bandage and my face,

I am relieved to feel the coolness

Don’t

eyes. As she tries to maintain her composure,

her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the night. “I could have killed

her hair away from her face.

from the bandage, her fingertips gently caressing the fabric as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden within the plain white

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 I won’t let

spoken

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

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

alone.

anything, I should

mixture of surprise and frustration flickering within.

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

down 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 moment is both

my fingers gently running through her hair. “We’ll

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

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

the need to lighten the atmosphere. “You know what we

scoff,

think you can be funny,

cook dinner for the 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 perimeter

of worry etched on her face. Her beautiful laugh fills the room,

“Thank you, Zeke. I