MATING WITH THE MATED KING

**16: NEVER LET YOU GO

SONG*:NF*: Let you down

*NEVER LET YOU GO*

Alberto's P.O.V

It's like I'm on the edge right now. I wish that I could say I'm wrong. I'm sorry that I let you go.

This voices in my head won't go, telling me I'm repeatedly keeping old things to continue. I wish I can shut them up.

I guess I'm a disappointment, trying to do everything just for you so I wouldn't make you disappointed. I feel useless.

You never knew what really happend, I wish I could say I'm proud of things that went on in my past. I'm sacred, I'm scared of hurting and every time I want to open up, it just hurts more.

It's too much to handle, too much for me. I can feel each pain, your cries and begs. I can feel you hurt.

Sometimes I feel like giving up, but I can't, it isn't in my blood.

"Last pack, if she isn't in here then we'll have to look out the country." Said Hackney.

We both entered my black Ferrari, whiles other worriars follows behind. I've been searching packs for the past week, but found nothing. I don't even have a picture of her.

Lennabelle Oliver, you did me wrong.
But I'm sorry that I let you down.
You where wrong in the first place and I thought I could be loyal to you.

The streets are quiet, Hackney and I not saying anything to each other, just in our thoughts.

It's like I'm on the edge right now, I wish I can say I'm proud but I'm sorry that I let you down.

"Fuck." Cursing is something I've been doing lately. Its difficult to keep failing in every chance you get.

As we near the pack of Alpha Carlos, my wolf Zion gets moody and aggetitive. The air around is thick. My wolf stires in me, wanting to be released.

Alberto!

I immediately stop the car in full speed, making us to nearly hit a tree. I'm 100 percent sure I heard her voice. It was so close, like she was whispering it near my ear.

It hurts!

I wince at the high squeak tone. This is deffinetly Lena's voice. Why do I hear her in my head.

"Are you okay?" Hackney asks, looking at me as my hands fist on the stirring wheel.

Nodding, I start the car again.

The is deffinetly something wrong. What's with me, why am I hearing things.

I'm sorry, please come.

I'm coming Tresoro, wait for me, hang on. I'm close babe. Very close.

*

"The are is thick. Do you smell it?" I ask Hackney as we walk in Dimsdal pack gates.

We arrived two minutes back and we had to find parking, now my worriars and guards are few feet's behind us.

"Thick?" Hackney inhales. "It doesn't smell like anything to me. What do you smell?"

What did I smell? What did it smell like. It smelled like--

My nose flare's as I take in the smell again. Like--Strawberries and vanilla.