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.

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

in disappointment.

pointless because deep down, I know, our MATE was already

three long years, and here I am, still a

Who wouldn't be? 

as I was, neglected my mate, and for what? For being a mere

my pride. I was the Alpha King and I wanted someone strong and fit for danger to be my Luna Queen. However, after meeting her that day at some random event and realizing she

away, that I

only one I NEEDED. It was not just me though, but the whole Kingdom and pack needed her. Bear always reminded

honestly took 'her' for granted...

death. This just proves how deep we — werewolves, are connected to our mate, and how strong our love can be for

not an obsession for some reason — it's

more praying and hoping that wherever she was right now, she's 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

know it was wrong to pray for that, but I needed her here, to be with me at all times — To help me be the better man she thought of me to

then I remember her

other occasions related to mate searching, but I still search for her scent.

anymore and no matter how hard I tried to forget about it,

my everything. If only I treated her

with the punishment I was in, and just thinking about it now, I felt Bear huff his

me

turn around, I saw Lucky — my Beta, Rocky — my Gamma, and Jay — my best pack warrior, walking towards

but

the hell happened here?” Rocky anxiously asks, looking around the messy

me a suspicious look, like they always do whenever they suspected that I had a furious fit, privately

of those now, hopefully never again.

know... Though, not

before they

asks, his forehead

nodded, walking inside

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

and please don't be too formal around me. It's just the four

Lucky snorted.

Jay frowned.

Rocky raised an eyebrow.

rather want our heads on, than be headless for disrespecting

him, and they all

Are you sure he's not hallucinating, or something

Rocky snorted at him.

He'll be okay.”

hallucination...” Lucky pointed

Rocky raises another nonchalant eyebrow at

for over a year now, kinda alarms me.” Lucky raised his eyebrow at Rocky, “Especially, this is

back, but he did glare

he was right,

Bear's mental health picked up again, and their bickering continued. I almost wanted to

really not that stable like Lucky

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

it really