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.”

pull her into a comforting embrace, I can feel her body relax against mine, seeking solace in the

this, Alina.

and I don’t

the fragile admission of the turmoil within.

to me,” I say, my voice a gentle murmur. “We can’t predict what’ll happen, but we

looks up, her gaze meeting mine with a mix of gratitude and longing. “I

tear from her cheek. “You’re

moment her fingers make contact with my skin, a grimace forms on my face.

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

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

her presence next to mine. As I reach for the

you calmed

in hand, I carefully unravel it, feeling the soft fabric and seeing the adhesive side that

eyes remain fixed on me, flickering between the bandage and my face, as if searching for answers.

on my neck, I am relieved to feel the coolness providing some

Alina. Don’t worry about it.”

in her eyes. As she tries to maintain her composure, there’s a lingering sense of vulnerability in

voice barely audible over the

her hair away from

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

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

us in a shared vulnerability. My words, spoken with a quiet determination, act as an anchor,

“Maybe it’s

vigorously shake my head, adamant about not allowing

alone.

anything, I should be the one

Her eyes meet mine, a mixture of surprise and frustration flickering within. “Why

can’t be angry at you. We’re navigating uncharted territory, and I won’t abandon

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

overwhelmed, Alina,” I say, my fingers gently running through her

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

the quiet of the room. “You won’t, Alina. We’ll

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

scoff, a hesitant smile

be funny, even if you try.”

Let’s just say, it ended up being more

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

her eyes reflecting gratitude. “Thank

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