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.

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 my mind, encouraging a

memories… my mind's” — she 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, there's

much and this badly... unless

And then, I remembered...

declared the word 'memories' to me and then further explains that it was Nala's, to the way she furiously reacted to my silly joke that

This was about Nala.

Blessy, she never moved on from

engulfed her into a warm embrace,

course, Blessy is and still

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

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

and lull Blessy to

sister turned three, and her blonde locks were long enough to style, Nala would often do her hair and they did, at some point, experimented on

their bond strengthened

the forest floor outside the castle grounds. They usually go to these

in times of tedium and being outside the palace — was playing in the rain, not caring if mud would stain their clothes, hands,

much as I disliked recalling them, I couldn't help

was… And for Blessy, being four years old at that time, she couldn't

actually acquired nightmares because

of NO Nala by her side, I'm

really emotional and scared

activities in the forest that

my little sister's reliving the

understanding the source of her troublesome

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

but never did I

little girl

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

“I just want her memory to stay, to still be clear inside my head. That's why

her know I heard

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

which, surprisingly, was

I smiled at that.

never go bored.” She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always

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

She grunted at me.

7-year-olds like me don't sit still. Besides, the ball is not for kids. Always for

sister's back

My smile widened.