Alpha's Nala

Michael Angelo

Everything in me halted the minute I registered Blessy's words. More importantly, the way she blurted out the name.

Why does she sound like I messed up big time?

However, before I could even react to what she just said, my full attention went back to her when I saw her cheeks turning red from anger and her eyes growing darker — the tiger brown eyes became a darker shade of amber yellow.

Apparently, I made the little Alpha Princess upset.

And that's not good, according to the book about Alpha kids…

Shit! No RAMPAGE, please.

I have to stop Blessy before her control snaps since werewolf kids her age, especially with Alpha blood like hers, cause more destruction compared to adults. Their anger, once not stopped in time, could kill a thousand lives within an hour.

That would mean a massacre then, which will be punishable by death. And Blessy's too young for that...

No! My poor sister.

‘Damn it, Angelo! End your zoning out already and stop her this instant.’ Bear barked in my head, making me frantically face my raging sister.

“I'm sorry Blessy, I didn't mean to — ” I began to apologize.

“No, you don't understand,” She uttered, cutting me off, “I'm losing her. I — I just...” She trailed off, her lips trembling. Then, without a warning, I saw clear water tears began to roll down her cheeks. 

‘Good job, dickhead. First, you got her upset. Now, you made our baby sister cry. Fucking great big brother you are.’ Bear commented.

‘I was just trying to make her laugh, you ass.’ I stated, annoyed.

‘Well, for the record, you failed dumbhead. Now, try comforting her. Maybe you're better on that role.’ He ridiculed me, making me irritated.

‘Will you just shut up and try to help me here?’ I chastised, earning a growl from him.

‘Fine, I'll talk to Mika.’ 

And with that, he disappeared in the back of my head once again; meeting Mika in their wolf realm, I believe.

Blessy, on the other hand, was still crying in front of me and I let her, knowing she needed it. Though, seeing her beautiful face turning bright red from the weeping, my panic sinks in.

“Hey, hey enough crying now, sweetie.” I cooed as I rub away her tears with my thumb, “Tell me, what's really bothering you?”

“Mikee, ‘her’ memories… blurry… it's all” — she hiccup — “blurry... I — I can't Mikee…” She trailed off, whimpering while her almost cleaned hands were roughly wiping the tears away from her cheeks.

Hearing that though, and not completely comprehending it, made me narrowed my brows at her — I'm still on the panic side to even get a grasp of what she was saying.

our own special memories with Nala, sweetheart. It's normal to remember as well as to cry for it. It's okay, don't feel embarrassed about it.” I stated the first thing that came into

touched her head and tugged her hair harshly — “I'm losing her. I — I don't want to forget, Mikee...” She explained through her crying and that's when I sense,

cry this much and this badly... unless

And then, I remembered...

Nala's, to the way she furiously reacted to my silly joke that seemingly involved Nala, and I didn't miss that part that she said she was

This was about Nala.

never moved on from

engulfed her into a warm embrace, not caring if dirt-stained my suit. There, she

course, Blessy is

world. Their bond, unlike all of us, was deemed inseparable. Perhaps of the fact that Nala became a second mother to Blessy; this was at the time when Mom's foreign illness showed up, making

friendship started out from the spoon-feeding since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy

Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was

my sister turned three, and her blonde locks were long enough to style, Nala would often do

strengthened

them. The two devils would sneak out of the mansion and explore the forest floor outside the castle grounds. They usually go to these dirty

in the rain, not caring if mud would stain their clothes, hands, or feet. Sometimes, their faces

recalling them, I couldn't help it; I've basically watched them

And for Blessy, being four

nightmares because

by her side, I'm sure her memories of ‘her’ were

emotional and scared

that

little sister's reliving the

understanding the source of her troublesome

and the one that truly touched my heart was, her statement that she doesn't want to forget her, our

did I imagined this pure, unconditional

the little girl

you go out and play in the mud?” I asked when she finally stopped crying, a few hiccups and sniffs here and there but she seemed

her throat. “I just want her memory to stay, to still be clear inside my head. That's why I keep on doing the same

know

next time, before you decided to play outside, bring me. Okay?” I asked, wiping the remaining tears

her nose which, surprisingly,

I smiled at that.

never go bored.” She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always have mating balls and I don't like those whimsy

that little one, but it will only take an hour,” I softly said, taking off her tiara

She grunted at me.

with an attitude now. “I'm only 7 Mikee, and 7-year-olds like me don't sit still. Besides, the

my sister's back to her

My smile widened.