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.”

her face, streaked with tears, remains a poignant display of sorrow. As I pull her into a comforting embrace, I can feel her body relax against mine, seeking solace in the safety of my

get through this,

don’t want to

audible, revealing the fragile admission of the turmoil within.

predict what’ll happen, but we can face it together. And

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

tear from her cheek. “You’re worth

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

“Zeke, you’re bleeding!”

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

reach for the first aid kit,

calmed down,

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

her hands trembling slightly, clearly still affected by what happened. Her eyes remain fixed on me, flickering between the bandage and my face, as if searching for answers. “I’m sorry, Zeke. I don’t know why I did that.”

the bandage securely in place on my neck, I

okay, Alina. Don’t worry about

her, I could see a complex blend of gratitude and guilt reflecting in her eyes.

she whispers, her voice barely audible over the quiet hum of the night. “I could

her hair away from her

to unravel the secrets hidden within the plain

aside, taking a moment to listen to the birds chirping in the distance. “We’ll find

of uncertainty, enveloping us in a shared vulnerability. My words, spoken with a quiet determination, act

hesitation. “Maybe it’s better if I sleep outside. That way, I

vigorously shake my head, adamant about not allowing her to

alone.

should be the one staying

a mixture of

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

time, there’s no distance between us. Instead, I pull her close, my

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

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

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

to lighten the atmosphere. “You know what we need? A distraction. How about a

small scoff, a hesitant smile

you can be

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 laugh fills

gratitude. “Thank you,

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