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.

to cause sound was definitely calm today. A little

sighed in disappointment.

know, our MATE was already

three long years, and here I am, still a

Who wouldn't be? 

mate, and for what? For being a mere human and fat, which I thought at first was weak and

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 was the complete opposite of what I wanted

push her away, that I ended up losing

that ever since, because he knows what I truly needed, and she was the only one I NEEDED. It was not just me though, but the whole Kingdom and pack needed her. Bear always reminded me that she was everybody's strength and oh how

'her' for

still grateful and comforted in 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

not an obsession for some reason —

me. Hopefully, directing me to the betterment

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

remember her

attended mating balls and other occasions related to mate searching, but I still

how hard I tried to forget about it, I

was my everything. If only I

the punishment I was in, and just thinking

way he treats me now

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

see...” Lucky announces but pauses when he stepped

anxiously asks, looking

three of them automatically shot me a suspicious look, like they always do whenever they suspected that I had a furious fit,

those now,

know... Though, not better

her,” I confessed before they could even utter a

singing?” Rocky asks, his forehead wrinkled.

inside

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

formal around me. It's just the four of us.” I

Lucky snorted.

Jay frowned.

Rocky raised an eyebrow.

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

at him, and they all laughed.

how come Bear keeps on hearing her? Are you sure he's not hallucinating, or

Rocky snorted at him.

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

of the triggers for hallucination...”

raises another nonchalant

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 could destroy them

but

knowing he was right, could only

wanted to kick them out of my

really not that stable

after losing our mate... but Bear, depressed to the point of hallucinating for over a year?

it really that