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.”

remains a poignant display of sorrow. As I pull her into a comforting embrace, I

this,

I don’t want

audible, revealing the fragile admission

gentle murmur. “We can’t predict what’ll happen, but

meeting mine with a mix of gratitude and

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

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 away stained with

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

I see a mark on my neck, a tiny wound left behind by the strength of her grip during the nightmare. Alina’s eyes welled up with tears at the sight of blood, her hands shaking as she comprehended the unintended

As I reach for the first aid kit, I notice the glistening

you calmed

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

me, flickering between the bandage and my face, as if searching for answers. “I’m sorry, Zeke. I don’t know

my neck, I

Alina. Don’t worry

reflecting in her eyes. As she tries to maintain her composure, there’s

voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the

me.” I reach out, gently brushing her hair away from her face. “Besides, it’s just a scratch,

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

listen to the birds chirping in the distance. “We’ll find a

stillness in the air intensifies the weight of uncertainty, enveloping us in a shared vulnerability. My words, spoken with a quiet determination, act as an anchor,

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

head, adamant about not allowing her

alone.

Alina. If anything, I should

mixture of surprise

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

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

to feel overwhelmed, Alina,” I say, my fingers gently running through her hair. “We’ll

breath, the weight of the night’s events

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

persist in her eyes, and I feel the need to lighten the atmosphere. “You know what we

scoff, a

you can be

the pack. Let’s just say, it ended up being more of

erasing the lines of worry etched on her face. Her beautiful laugh fills

eyes reflecting gratitude. “Thank you,