Alpha's Nala

Michael Angelo

“Do you hear that?” Bear, my wolf, asks. I could tell his ears were standing up out of attention.

Feeling the sense of urgency from his tone, I put down my pen and listened for a minute. 

Nothing. 

“What am I supposed to be listening to...” I started, annoyed.

“She's singing again.” He cuts me off, fully alert now while I felt his tail wag in excitement.

Knowing what he meant, my eyes widened in realization. I quickly stood up from my seat and sprinted outside my office, heading towards the marble-tiled balcony — leaving pages of reports, from my pile of paperwork, flying to the floor. 

I don't know what to make sense of this reflex action, but I kept on doing this every time my wolf mentions anything related to 'her'. I know it is unusual but through the length of time, it became a bit of a habit, and guilty as I was, I don't know how to stop it now. 

I'm still expecting for a miracle, I guess. 

“Which direction?” I inquired, alert as well.

“Same place Mikee.” Bear stated. I felt him looking in the direction, quite awestruck at the second. 

Knowing already what lies there, I still directed myself to the West.

At first glimpse, you don't see much in that direction other than the vast trees and other wild vegetation. Also, large mountains where the sun sets in the evening and a wide lake... That's about it.

Desperate though, I did ask some of my men to scout the area once; to try and see what truly exists in that place, and to my dismay, they found nothing but pure soil, more plants, and a few riverbanks. 

It is pure nature out there...

I sighed heavily, thinking that he must be imagining stuff again.

He always does this whenever he feels like torturing me, or if he wants me to understand how devastated he was with the loss and how he deeply misses her.

I don't know if he's playing a dangerous game of delusion or just trying to ignite the false hope I have within me, but sometimes everything just gets out of hand; Bear getting reality and imagination all mixed up.

One thing's for sure though, both of us are all messed up...

“She's not there, isn't she?” He asked, much in wonder now.

I internally nod at him. 

“You must be hearing things again,” I responded to him, and he quickly dismissed it, like he always does whenever he was unsure of stuff. 

As for me, like the old times, I stayed there for a little longer. Just listening to my surroundings once more, and silently hoping to hear maybe a glimpse of 'her' pleasant voice. 

Oh, how I adore her voice.

I always love listening to her, particularly when she sings. I do remember how her soft, cool voice calms me whenever I'm in an irritable mood. Or how her sweet husky tunes, when singing nursery rhymes or plain ballads to the pups at the daycare, turns my frown into a smile. And let's not forget the soothing quality of her hums when she's doing lullabies for my sister, whereas it also lulls me to sleep.

Such peaceful, relaxing times, and now, I honestly long for it...

But unlike my wolf, I don't hear a thing; No singing mate for my ears to pick up.

wind to cause sound was definitely calm today. A little whistling of the wind could only

sighed in disappointment.

because deep down, I know, our MATE was already gone...

three long years, and here

Who wouldn't be? 

For being a mere human and fat, which

her that day at some random event and realizing she was the complete opposite of what I wanted for a Luna Queen, I felt RAGE. She's nothing compared to what I have imagined, so I did what I knew was best; I neglected my commitments towards

that I

Kingdom and pack needed her. Bear always reminded me that she was everybody's strength and

honestly took 'her' for

some way that my wolf can hear her, even after death. This just proves how deep we — werewolves, are connected to our mate, and how strong our love can be for them that it cannot be changed by any

for some reason — it's just how mate bond

guiding me. Hopefully, directing me to the betterment of our Kingdom and pack, as well as the idea of comforting me — like she always does when she was

me still begs for a second chance with her. I know it was wrong to pray for that, but I needed her here, to be with me at

then I remember her scent...

couldn't find a scent that matches hers. I attended mating balls and other occasions related to mate searching, but I still search for her scent. Wishing it was around and that it was still

how hard I tried

If only I treated her right...

and the agony every single day. My wolf agrees with the punishment I was

he treats me

When I turn around, I saw Lucky — my Beta, Rocky — my

to see...” Lucky announces but pauses when he stepped on the scattered

here?” Rocky anxiously asks, looking around the

like they always do whenever they suspected that I

of those now, hopefully never

good, I know... Though,

confessed before they could even utter a

Rocky asks,

inside the

again, Sire.” Lucky stated while picking up the sheets

formal around me. It's just the four of us.” I retorted, walking back

Lucky snorted.

Jay frowned.

Rocky raised an eyebrow.

be headless for disrespecting you Alpha King,” Rocky couldn't

my eyes at him, and they

keeps on hearing her? Are you sure he's not

Rocky snorted at him.

Luck, not 'drug high'. He'll be okay.” Rocky stated, rolling his eyes at a now

depression is one of the triggers for hallucination...” Lucky pointed out,

raises another nonchalant eyebrow

dangerously depressed, and it's unhealthy for the both of them. Also, with the fact that Bear has been hallucinating about Nala for over a year now, kinda alarms me.” Lucky raised his eyebrow at Rocky, “Especially, this is the Alpha's mind. It

answer back, but he did glare at

knowing he was right,

up again, and their bickering continued. I almost wanted to kick them

really not that stable like Lucky

losing our mate... but Bear, depressed to the point of hallucinating for over

it really that