Alpha's Nala

Michael Angelo

On the Southern part of the Redwood Region, at the Redwood Pack Mansion.

Saturday, 

5:35 PM.

I am already aware of the loud music, many chatters, and clicking of glasses down the hall.

However, after a long day of paperwork and dealing with pack issues, my mind and body needed serenity.

And where to acquire it than your very own room.

So here I am, taking my time on doing my necktie. Making sure it looks neat and presentable for tonight's mating ball when, all of a sudden, a small voice interrupted me.

I knew who it was, the minute the little wolf entered my chamber, for her scent — composing of lemon and mint — immediately filled the room. 

Not to mention, her voice.

I recognize that voice anywhere, for there are no other seven-year-olds in the region that possesses an alpha tone, except her.

“Yes, Blessy?” I respond to my sister's little cry, eyes still focused on the nearly done knot.

There was no reply from her after that, making me assume that she already left. Though, instead of hearing a door closing, I surprisingly caught the sound of her soft footsteps walking towards me. Then, like a ray of sunshine, I felt the little she-wolf's warm presence behind me. 

Almost, immediately, a smile found its way to my face.

“Oh, busy.” She quickly muttered at my back, discovering that I was a bit occupied at the moment.

My smile widened.

Regardless of her warm existence, what really lightened up my dark mood was the aura my sister brought with her; the innocence of a child and the purity of a soul, which so happens to be the same as my late mate, Nala.

My Nalaese Marie Snow…

The reminder, rather of infuriating me like the last time, made me calm. And my once frustrated face was now beaming with pure peace.

“In a minute little one, I'm almost done,” I stated, and was about to do the last loop when I caught a glimpse of her dirty reflection on the full-length mirror I was using. 

Oh dear lord.

I quickly turned to face her, hoping my eyes were deceiving me. But once my gaze landed on the little girl, fully registering her appearance, I was utterly stunned to see how terrible-looking she really was. 

Hell no, she did not…

Her supposed to be cute little princess gown — fuchsia in color and full of diamonds — was already brownish on the bottom part, while a couple of dirty handprints at the top. Her blonde hair which was supposed to be tied in a bun we're loosened, leaving her gold tiara hanging on the back of her head.

Though, what gave me the overall impression that she sneaked out of the castle and play unto the forest floor — AGAIN — was her hands and face, all covered with mud. 

“Blessica Allison Joy Cane, what on earth got into you!” I roared, the shock was evident both in my face and voice.

Receiving no response from her, just a few blinks and fingers fidgeting, I swiftly grab her little arm and, as quick as the flash of light — werewolf speed, made her sit on a chair next to the dresser my Nala, once owned. 

Catching a glimpse of that wardrobe, my anger instantly halted. Then, as obvious as it was now, I got momentarily distracted. 

I know I should have thrown that out, or any stuff that belonged to my mate, but I can't. Not because I'm being too sentimental, but because it's one of those things that keeps me from going completely mad, or worse, seek solace again to BLOODLUST.

My ultimate cure, for three whole years...

As amazing as it would have been, to let myself be an animal — carefree and wild — for one day, though the danger that it would bring was much higher compared to the comfort that I aim to fulfill.

that to happen again… I had caused enough damage

I still kept it — every belonging she owned

a softer tone now, spoke up again.

out of my sudden stupor, making me shift my gaze from the dresser to

asked while opening her mud-covered arms at me.

she always tries to comfort me whenever she sees signs of my

guess that's what you get when you have a little sister as compassionate as

and sweet gesture, I only frowned

will surely be upset with her for

mud as you

quick to note that, my voice sounded so bitter, so harsh, and dreadful that I almost forgot that I'm speaking to a kid who normally gets

hurt our sister. Mika (Blessy's wolf) will not like that.’ Bear stated, trying

mind his warning and began steadying my

Her gentle — sweet voice echoed delicately inside my ears, which was also helping

sincere as her voice goes, I caught a glimpse of her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and as much as I don't appreciate

However, she's not.

relaxed for a seven-year-old child being lectured at by an angry parent

bothered me instantly, was her tiger brown eyes. They look very much dead and cold — too cold, for a child her

she was looking at me, at that split second, it was like she's looking THROUGH me — as if her eyes

I

a hint of pure sadness in that gaze of her. A longing

just me who's still in grief… it's her as

looked away, trying to focus more on what I was supposed to be doing when I felt my wolf's temper

my full attention now. ‘She should stop that, stop apologizing when she doesn't even mean it, or no one's gonna believe her

getting his point of aggression — Bear is not

Bear was right; that it was not as genuine as

in the end, sweetie. Especially, once you get

me for a second after hearing my short speech and then, realizing that I caught her act, she — instead of feeling ashamed — look almost… pleased?

me — her dimples showing on both sides of

Woah.

warriors I have trained in the field. Others would have bowed their head at me by now, to submit to their mistakes

simply flash a smile at me. Looking like she didn't even commit any mischief

lips parted out

brave for my liking.’ Bear pointed out, sounding almost irritated

astounded that she could even smile at me like that at this point. She doesn't do that unless she wanted to cheer me up, you know.’

rolled his eyes in the back of my mind, saying, ‘Or distract you from her troubles. She knows she's charming and you easily

hearing that and internally lifted a challenging

for Mika's whining whenever she needs someone to protect

his ears

Angelo. Touche'...’ Bear said, slowly

I could only smirk.

blocking the communication with him, my attention went back to the little being in front of me. She's still smiling her dimpled smile at me and her focus never

bad, I'm too amused to be

at her, in both entertainment and

I finally declared in

I just compliment her. Though, I didn't miss the

Now, that's strange.

always this...

secrets. But not really knowing what proper questions to ask or what simple words

to wipe her. Lastly, kneeling in front of

to wonder what was on

keep on doing it every now and

here is, was it

that she happened to have forgotten

don't exactly like confinement Blessy, yet here you

that same dimpled