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 only be heard, and

sighed in disappointment.

deep down, I know, our MATE was already gone... That she's somewhere far yet safe and out

three long years, and here

Who wouldn't be? 

what? For being a mere human and fat,

day at some random event and realizing she

that I ended up losing her

but the whole Kingdom and pack needed her. Bear always reminded me that she was everybody's strength and oh how she proved that to everyone one day — most

honestly took 'her' for

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

some reason — it's just how mate bond works

and hoping that wherever she was right now, she's guiding me. Hopefully, directing me to the betterment of

her. I know it was wrong to pray for that, but I needed her here,

then I remember her scent...

I 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

doesn't exist anymore and no matter how hard I tried to forget about it, I just

my everything. If only

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 his nose at me with that

blame him for the way he treats me now

Lucky — my Beta, Rocky — my Gamma, and Jay — my best

but pauses when he stepped on

anxiously asks, looking around the

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

don't do any of those

Though, not better

confessed before they could even utter

singing?” Rocky asks,

inside

hearing things again, Sire.” Lucky stated while

that, and please don't be too formal around me. It's just the four of us.” I retorted, walking back to my

Lucky snorted.

Jay frowned.

Rocky raised an eyebrow.

headless for disrespecting you

my eyes at him, and they

on hearing her? Are you sure he's not hallucinating, or something Mikee?”

Rocky snorted at him.

He'll be okay.” Rocky stated, rolling his

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

Rocky raises another

Bear has been hallucinating about Nala for over a year now, kinda alarms me.” Lucky raised his

but he did glare at

knowing he was

picked up again, and their bickering continued. I almost wanted to kick them out of my office chamber

we really not that

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

it really