The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Coup

Zeke’s POV

Leaving the Alpha’s office, I am consumed by a sense of heaviness in my heart and a dense fog of confusion and despair that lingers in my mind. I feel the weight of disappointment pressing down on me, like a suffocating blanket that smothers my spirit and leaves me feeling completely disoriented. It feels as though everything I have tirelessly labored for has been mercilessly ripped away from me, leaving me floating aimlessly in a tumultuous sea of doubt.

The corridors of City Council are filled with the faint echoes of voices and footsteps, as if I am trapped in a bubble of my own desolation. I try to focus on the world around me, but my thoughts are louder, drowning out everything else with their relentless intensity.

An overwhelming sense of betrayal consumes me, manifesting as a bitter taste of resentment and regret that lingers in the back of my throat. I sacrificed countless hours and made relentless efforts to reach this point, to prove my worthiness of the Alpha title, only to have it cruelly taken away from me in an instant.

But then, was it ever truly under my ownership to begin with?

The memory of the lives I have taken haunts my conscience, an ever–present reminder of the darkness I’ve embraced in my quest for power. I transformed into a person I never aspired to be – a mere shadow of my former self. Ambition consumed me, driving me relentlessly to achieve success no matter the sacrifices.

And for what purpose? The position I had been assured of, the recognition I had so desperately desired, turned out to be nothing but an empty promise. It feels like a cruel twist of fate, a heartbreaking reminder of how little control I have over the circumstances that shape my life.

I attempt to fight off the tide of despair that looms over me, but it proves to be a fruitless battle. The darkness surrounds me, its suffocating grip tightening, and I am left feeling stranded like a ship lost amidst crashing waves, with no beacon of

hope to guide me back to safety.

As I stumble through the corridors, the echoes of my heavy and uncertain footsteps reverberate, intensifying the sense of foreboding that grips me. Like a bottomless void, the future unfolds before me, shrouded in darkness, leaving me unable to discern a path forward.

Sinking onto the barren, chilly bench, I can feel bitterness and resentment seeping into every fiber of my being. Consumed by animosity, it feels as if fiery flames are devouring me from within, leaving only smoldering remains.

In my mind, thoughts swirl like a raging storm, growing more poisonous with each passing moment.

Victor. It’s always been Victor.

The source of my frustration, my anger, my despair. Sitting here now, I can’t help but feel like a failure, as if fate has dealt me an unjust hand – all because of him.

I should have realized from the very beginning that the Alpha had a strong bias towards his son. It’s hard to believe I was so oblivious. The weight of expectations always rested on Victor’s shoulders, as he was regarded as the golden child, destined to be the future Alpha. And no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much blood, sweat, and tears I poured into proving myself worthy, I never stood a chance against him.

It’s not fair.

It’s not right.

This is the way things have always been, and it doesn’t appear that they will ever be different. Each day, the Alpha’s favoritism becomes more suffocating, weighing me down like an anchor of despair around my neck.

I feel trapped in a never–ending cycle of disappointment and frustration, a heavy weight of hopelessness settling in my chest. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I’ll always be second best, always be overshadowed by Victor and his privileged position as the Alpha’s son. However, the blame cannot be solely placed

on Victor. The Alpha is also to blame for this. He’s the one who set this entire unfair game in motion, making the arbitrary decision that Victor deserved to be Alpha solely because of his bloodline.

He was the one who instilled a glimmer of possibility in me, only to abruptly snatch it away in the end.

turn, Alina appears, crouching in front of

“What’s wrong?”

myself speechless, unable to find the right words to reply. How can

touches my hand, I feel a sense of relief as her touch

Zeke,” she says softly. “We’re supposed to work

share our burdens.”

in this together, through thick and thin.

“I had something promised to me, but it

eyes seem to silently implore me to be honest and vulnerable. “What did the Alpha tell you?”

of conflicting emotions. With Alina’s unwavering support, I am empowered to find my voice and speak up. Inhaling deeply, I brace myself, mentally

be Victor’s

look of surprise flashed across Alina’s face, quickly followed

floods over me, tingling through my

retort escapes me, accompanied by a forced chuckle. “He wants me to make

slap to your face!” Frustration fills Alina’s voice as she shouts. With anger etched on her face, she rises and vigorously runs her fingers through her hair. “After everything you’ve done, after all the sacrifices you’ve made! Now he wants you

Alpha’s decision, my mind is still spinning, leaving me with no strength

jumbled assortment of emotions that resound in my ears. She’s going on and on about how unjust it is and how the Alpha could possibly do this to me. And with each word, I feel a mix of gratitude and guilt wash over me. I am grateful for her continuous support, yet I can’t help but

of my echoing footsteps. Although

guarded by a stern–looking man in uniform, his eyes scanning the surroundings with unwavering focus. Stepping forward, Alina’s fiery gaze and

“Let us in.”

drifting through the darkness. As Alina’s patience wears thin, her frustration simmers, teetering on the edge of boiling over. Without any warning, her hand shoots

said, let us in.”

a powerful and fiery anger wells up inside me, consuming my senses.

you f**king

momentum, catching the guard completely off balance. Fueled by a mix of adrenaline and rage, I grab hold of him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I forcefully push him against the wall. With my grip tightening around him, the guard’s eyes widen in terror, realizing that he has finally come face to face with someone who can overpower him. I

us to freeze in place. As if on cue, Victor appears before us. Bandages wrap tightly around his face, and an eyepatch is worn over one eye. It’s clear that he’s been through a grueling experience, his weary posture and haggard

all this noise

deep within me. In front of us stands Victor, the man who has

inside. Don’t sweat it, I’ll chuck them so

get some shut–eye-”

weary sigh, his fingers combing through his tousled hair as he weighed our request. He looks tired, defeated even,

weariness evident in his voice, he finally speaks, his determination unwavering. “I have something to discuss with them anyway.”

nods in acknowledgment and steps aside, making way for our entry. Alina and I share a glance, and I sense a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. Reluctantly, we

fixated on the softness of the blanket beneath him. It’s so quiet, the absence of sound creating an eerie atmosphere as we each wrestle with our own thoughts and emotions.

silence, I clear my throat, the sound echoing in the air around us. My gaze keeps fixating on

quiet, his eyes fixated on the floor, lost in contemplation. Turning slowly, he meets my gaze with an inscrutable

to be the Alpha,

question. His unexpected question catches me off guard, causing me to stumble and lose

hand giving me comfort. Exhaling deeply, I