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.

sound was definitely calm today. A little

sighed in disappointment.

was already

here I am, still

Who wouldn't be? 

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

day at some random event and realizing she was

away, that I ended up

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

'her'

I'm 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

— it's just

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

I 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 be.

then I remember

related to mate

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

everything. If only I

punishment I was in, and just thinking about it now,

couldn't blame him for the way he treats me now anyway, so I learned to accept

my Beta, Rocky — my Gamma, and Jay —

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

here?” Rocky anxiously asks, looking

always do whenever they suspected that I had a furious fit, privately RAMPAGED on things, or worst, go BLOODLUST

don't do any of those now, hopefully never again.

I know... Though,

her,” I confessed before they could even utter a

singing?” Rocky asks, his forehead

nodded, walking inside the

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

around me. It's

Lucky snorted.

Jay frowned.

Rocky raised an eyebrow.

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

rolled my eyes at him, and

you sure he's

Rocky snorted at him.

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

the triggers for hallucination...” Lucky pointed out, crossing his arms in front

Rocky raises another nonchalant

for over a year now, kinda alarms me.” Lucky raised his eyebrow at Rocky, “Especially, this is the Alpha's mind. It could

didn't answer back, but he

he was right, could only

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

are we really not that

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

it really