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.”

a comforting

through this, Alina.

I don’t want to

revealing the fragile admission of

can’t predict what’ll happen, but we can face

with a mix of gratitude and longing.

reply, my thumb brushing away a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re worth every bit of patience and understanding. We’ll find a

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, a grimace forms on

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

the nightmare. Alina’s eyes welled up with tears at the sight

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

calmed down, okay?”

a calming murmur. With a bandage in hand, I carefully unravel it, feeling the soft fabric and seeing the adhesive side that will soon adhere to my neck, covering the

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

my neck, I am relieved to feel

Alina. Don’t

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

of me,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the quiet

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

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

find a way to manage it, Alina. And I won’t let you push yourself away

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

she begins speaking, her voice trembling with a touch of hesitation. “Maybe it’s better if I sleep

adamant about not allowing her to

alone.

should

mixture

my grasp. “Alina, I can’t be angry at

I guide her down the bed, encouraging her to lie back. This time, there’s no distance between us. Instead, I pull her close,

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

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

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

lighten the atmosphere. “You know what we need?

gives a small scoff,

don’t think you can be funny, even if you try.”

“You know, when I was younger, I tried to 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

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

her eyes reflecting gratitude. “Thank you, Zeke. I needed that.”