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.”

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

through this, Alina. Together.”

you, and I don’t want

barely audible, revealing the fragile admission of the turmoil within.

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

like this?” She looks up, her gaze meeting mine with a mix of gratitude and longing. “I don’t think I deserve someone

brushing away a stray tear from her cheek. “You’re worth

neck. The moment her fingers make contact with my skin, a grimace forms on my face. I can then feel a wetness against my

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

shift downward, and 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 consequence

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

feeling the soft fabric and seeing the adhesive side that will soon adhere to my

clearly still affected by what happened. Her eyes remain fixed on me, flickering between the bandage and my face, as if searching

my neck, I am relieved to feel the coolness

Don’t worry about it.”

in her eyes. As she tries to

her voice barely audible over the quiet hum

kill me.” I reach out, gently brushing her hair away from her face.

her fingertips gently caressing the fabric as if trying to unravel the secrets hidden within the plain white surface. “I

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 you push yourself away because of this. We face it together.”

enveloping us in a shared vulnerability. My words, spoken with a quiet determination, act as an anchor, keeping us grounded in the midst of the

touch of hesitation. “Maybe it’s

not allowing her to bear the guilt

alone.

I should be

now?” Her eyes meet mine, a mixture

at you. We’re navigating uncharted territory, and I won’t abandon you when

guide her 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

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

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

“You won’t, Alina. We’ll find a way through this,

the traces of fear persist in her eyes, and I feel the need to lighten the atmosphere. “You know

scoff, a hesitant smile forming.

you can be funny,

it ended up being more of a bonfire than a meal. The Alpha was so mad at me, he

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

eyes reflecting gratitude. “Thank