The Mating Run by Leeka

In His Eyes: Curse

Zeke's POV

Alina’s movements were noticeably faster this time around.

As she twists, her body slips through my fingers and I lose my grip on her. Before
I knew it, her claws were outstretched, glinting dangerously as they aimed
straight at my neck. I don’t duck as quick as I hoped, and her claws stratches a
part of my jaw. Pain courses through my body as I bleed, causing me to groan
and wince.

Just as I was about to reach for her again, Alina takes a step back, her body
tense and rigid. At first, I thought she was doing so because she was in a trance
again. But as I look at her face, I notice the tense set of her jaw and the creases
on her forehead, all signs of frustration. With a snarl on her lips and her fingers
twitching, it was clear that she had a desire to hurt me once more.

But instead of walking towards me, she’s now moving away with stiff, measured
strides.

I approach her, but she responds by shaking her head, her vacant eyes staring
straight through me. Watching her, I couldn't help but notice the way she moved
with purpose towards the nearest tree. Right in front of it, she stops abruptly, her
body tense as she firmly presses both hands against the rough bark of the tree.
“Alina...?”

With a wince, I try again, feeling the sharp ache in my stomach. I look down,
feeling my eyes blink rapidly as the world around me becomes a blur. Blood was
pouring out of me in an alarming quantity. The urgency of our situation becomes
apparent — if I don’t act quickly, we will both die.

Then Alina started violently smashing her head against the tree trunk.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

Each time, she would smash her head against the tree with even greater force
than before.

“Alina!”

Shouting at the top of my lungs, I rush towards her. My steps become

unsteady, my eyesight growing hazy, yet I persist. The impact of her head hitting
the tree sends a shudder through my chest, a resounding echo of the torment
she suffers. Desperate to save her, I reach out with trembling hands, but she
stands firm, refusing to be moved.

Her words tumble out in fragmented stutters, her voice laced with anguish and an
overwhelming sense of urgency.

“I-1 have to stop... the voices-"

“What? What voices, Alina?” My heart races, its pounding echoing in my chest,
as I feel utterly helpless at this moment. My hands tremble uncontrollably as I
plead with her, desperately trying to pull her away from the destructive hold of the
tree. “Please, you have to let me help you.”

But she resists, the vacant look in her eyes mirroring the struggle within her
tortured mind. The forest seems to close in around us, bearing witness to a battle
unseen, unheard.

“Zeke,” she mutters, her voice a fragile whisper amidst the chaos. “The...
voices... voices won't stop. They're... tearing me apart.”

My mind races, desperately seeking a solution to reach her, to release her from
the unseen chains that hold her captive.

“I don't hear any voices, Alina,” My voice trembled with desperation as I spoke.
“It's just you and me here. What are the voices saying?”

With a gaping wound on her forehead, blood trickles down her face, leaving a
trail of red in its wake. Wincing, I hastily reach out and grab her again, using all
my strength to separate her from the tree. This time, she comes to a sudden halt,
blood trickling from her forehead and landing on her nose. Gripping the sides of
her head,

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she tries to cling to her sanity, slipping away like sand slipping through her
fingers.

“I can't... I can’t make them stop,” she confesses, her words laced with anguish.
“They're telling me things, horrible things. I just want them to go away!”

As i struggle to understand the pain she is going through, tears cloud my eyes
and make it hard to see. My fingers gently brush against the back of her neck as
I reach out for her again. Hesitantly, I press her head against my shoulder, feeling
the weight of her pain and the warmth of her blood seeping through my skin.
“We'll find help, Alina. We'll get through this-"

“Stop...Stop it-"

I know this time, her words are directed at someone else, not me. As her hands
press against my chest, I feel the slight quiver in her touch. I can feel the struggle
within her, the desire to keep me at arm’s length battling with the urge to wrap me
in a tight embrace.

“What are they telling you? The voices?

Now I know the serum they've injected her with, and its effects are becoming
evident. I've witnessed it countless times. The Alpha’s long list of enemies led
him to devise a strategy that involved his pawns like me using this very thing
against

them.

A Hupnos. The serum had a deceptive effect, making the victim feel as though
they were in a deep slumber, unaware of the control someone else had over
them. It is probable that she was injected with a serum by those who abducted
her, and they subsequently instructed her to inflict pain upon me.

My fingers glide through her hair, and I sense her body stiffening beneath my
touch.

“..Kill...you.”

She remains motionless in my embrace, her empty gaze fixated on a world only
she can fathom. I attempt to draw her nearer, longing to surround her with the
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tender warmth of my hug, but her body remains stiff and unresponsive.

“I hate seeing you like this,” I confess, the weight of my words lingering in the air.
“I hate that I can’t do anything to help you.”

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My frustration seemed to reverberate through the forest, carried by its echoing
sounds. As I press my lips against her forehead, I can’t help but feel the weight of
a thousand apologies, each one spoken through the touch of my lips.

“You're not alone, Alina,” I whisper, my words a feeble attempt to pierce the veil
of her suffering. “I'm here with you.”

A tremor passes through her, sending shivers down her spine as she tries to
contain the pain within. I hold her tighter, feeling the warmth of her body against
mine.

Reluctantly, I break away from the embrace, my heart yearning for just a few
more seconds of warmth. Tears cascade down her cheeks, even though her eyes
remain empty and emotionless. As my hand rises slowly, I delicately wipe away
her tears, the warmth of her skin against my fingertips.

Her skin was pale, except for the vivid crimson mark on her forehead, a
testament to a recent wound. With utmost care, I gently remove the blood, my
touch mimicking the gentle rustling of leaves.

“I'm sorry,” I say, my voice a murmured apology as my fingers linger on the
wound. “I wish I could protect you from everything.”

Alina remains silent, her lips tightly sealed.

The unspoken words create a dense atmosphere that fills the space between us.
With a gentle motion, I lean in and press my lips against her forehead. I pull away
and find myself captivated by her face, scrutinizing every nook and cranny with
intense curiosity. Her beauty was ever-growing, and with each passing second,
my love for her deepened. I lean in, my lips finding hers in a slow and gentle kiss.
I can still taste the saltiness of her tears on my lips.

“I won't give up on you, Alina,” I vow, my words a whispered promise against her
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mouth. “No matter how hopeless it seems, I'll stand by you.”

The night settled around us like a soft, velvet cloak, and Alina’s body went slack
in my embrace, her head resting gently on my shoulder. A sigh of fatigue
escaped me, its sound barely audible against the backdrop of the cool night air.
She'd fainted, her face finally freed from the torment that had been etched across
it.

“I wish it didn’t have to be like this,” I murmured to the silent forest, my words
carried away by the night breeze. “But maybe, just maybe, this is the rest you
need.”

Holding Alina in my arms, I carefully navigate the well-known path, conscious of
the hidden cameras observing our every move. Their watchful gaze never
wavered, tracking our every step, and I felt an intense urge to rip their eyes out.
The moon’s glow illuminated the lenses, turning them into malevolent eyes that
bore into the privacy we so desperately sought.

“You'll be okay,” I whispered to Alina, as if the words could pierce through the veil
of her unconsciousness. “We'll find a way to make it okay.”

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As she breathed, a sense of

calmness washed over me, her

rhythmic exhales echoing against my
chest. I could feel the weariness in

every inch of my body, a testament to

the enduring impact of our shared
struggle. I walked through the silent

night, the only noise breaking the

stillness being the crunch of leaves

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Its wooden frame stood tall and sturdy, contrasting against the dark shadows that
surrounded it as the cabin neared. As the door creaked open, a musty smell
watfted out from the dim interior.

With utmost care, I gently placed Alina on the improvised bed, the soft glow of
moonlight illuminating her pale complexion.

“I'll be right here,” I assured her, my fingers brushing a strand of hair from her
face. “Rest, Alina. I'll be right here.”

Glancing around the dimly lit room, my eyes strain to find any sign of a first aid kit
to tend to our wounded bodies. I can’t help but notice a small bag that instantly
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captures my interest. Curiosity takes over as I open it with a glimmer of hope.
Inside, a modest first aid kit sits patiently, filled with sterile bandages and
soothing ointments.

As I reach for it, my fingers graze the smooth, cool surface of the metal kit. As I
carry it to where Alina lies, a sigh of sadness escapes me involuntarily. I sit down
beside Alina, gently settling myself on the makeshift bed, feeling its uneven
surface beneath me.

With a focused gaze, I unlatch the first aid kit and slowly lift the lid, exposing its
array of bandages, ointments, and medical tools. My attention shifts to Alina.
Tenderly, I lift her head, my hands gently cupping her delicate face, as I inspect
the wound on her forehead.

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The sterile wipe glides over her skin.

She stirs, her brow furrowing slightly

as if caught between the lingering

pain of reality and the haze of

dreams. My heart is heavy as I

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The ointment is next, its cool touch a balm against the warmth of her skin. With
careful strokes, I apply it, my fingers delicately tracing the contours of her
forehead. The bandage, a plain white strip, adhered to her skin as I pressed it
gently.

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Then I start with myself, I carefully

clean my wounds with alcohol,

wincing at the stinging sensation.

The wound on my stomach throbs

with an intense, agonizing pain.

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“Damn.”

I mutter softly, my eyes scanning the extent of the damage. The throbbing pain
from the gash on my cheek and the tender ache of the bruise on my jaw is
unbearable. The sight of the blood and dirt caked onto my body was a grim
reminder of the miracle that I had managed to survive.

With unwavering precision, I tend to the wounds, meticulously removing the
crimson stains from my flesh. The sterile wipe stings as it removes the dirt, but
the temporary pain is worth the refreshing feeling of cleanliness. Once cleaned, I
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apply the ointment to my wounds, feeling instant relief as its cooling properties
soothe the heated ache. The bandages snugly coil around my stomach,
providing a makeshift shield that eases the lingering pain.

“You're strong, Alina,” I murmur, my words more a plea than a reassurance. “I
wish you could see that.”