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.

in the wind to cause sound was definitely calm today. A little whistling of the wind could only be heard, and that's about

sighed in

was already gone... That she's somewhere far yet

years, and here I am, still

Who wouldn't be? 

For being a mere human and fat, which I thought at first was weak

event and realizing she was the complete opposite of

to push her away, that I ended

Bear always reminded me that she was everybody's strength and oh how she proved that to everyone one day — most especially me... She was literally perfect, and I appreciate that

took 'her' for granted...

how deep we — werewolves, are connected to our mate, and how strong our love can be for

some reason — it's just how mate bond works for

doing 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 when she

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 all

then I remember her scent...

related to mate

matter how hard I tried to forget

was my everything. If only I treated her

live with the guilt and the agony every single day. My wolf agrees with the punishment I was in, and just thinking about it now, I felt Bear huff

me now anyway, so I learned to

around, I saw Lucky — my Beta, Rocky

wants to see...” Lucky announces but pauses when he

hell happened here?” Rocky anxiously asks, looking around

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

those now,

I know... Though, not

confessed before they could even

singing?” Rocky asks, his forehead

inside

Sire.” Lucky stated while picking up the sheets from the

formal around me. It's just

Lucky snorted.

Jay frowned.

Rocky raised an eyebrow.

want our heads on, than be headless for disrespecting you Alpha King,” Rocky couldn't help but

him, and they all laughed.

Are you sure he's not

Rocky snorted at him.

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

fact Gamma, depression is one of the triggers for hallucination...” Lucky pointed out, crossing his arms in

raises another nonchalant eyebrow at

them. Also, with the fact that Bear has been hallucinating about Nala for over a year now,

but he did glare at

he was right, could only

and their bickering continued. I almost wanted to kick them

I, are we really not that stable like

depressed after losing our mate... but Bear, depressed to

it really