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.”

her into a comforting embrace, I can feel her

through this, Alina. Together.”

hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

the fragile admission of the turmoil within.

“We can’t predict what’ll happen, but

a mix of gratitude and longing. “I don’t

a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re worth every bit of patience and understanding.

my neck. 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

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

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

a gentle touch, I guide Alina to sit 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

calmed

carefully unravel it, feeling the soft fabric and seeing the adhesive side that will soon adhere

what happened. Her eyes remain fixed on me, flickering between the bandage and my

the bandage securely in place on my neck, I

Don’t

a complex blend of gratitude and guilt reflecting in her eyes. As she tries to maintain her composure, there’s a lingering sense of vulnerability in

me,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the night. “I could have killed you.”

her hair

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?”

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

My words, spoken with a quiet determination, act as an anchor,

speaking, her voice trembling with a touch of hesitation. “Maybe

head, adamant about not allowing her to bear

alone.

anything, I should be the one staying outside.”

a mixture of surprise and frustration flickering

reach for her hands, feeling their soft warmth in my grasp. “Alina, I can’t be angry at you. We’re navigating uncharted territory, and I

between us. Instead, I pull

running through her hair. “We’ll figure

out a shaky breath, the weight of the night’s events still pressing on

the quiet of the room. “You won’t, Alina. We’ll find a way through this, and I’m not going

I feel the need to lighten the atmosphere. “You

scoff, a hesitant smile forming.

can be

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

of worry etched on her face.

eyes reflecting gratitude. “Thank you, Zeke. I