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.

it. It's okay, don't feel embarrassed about it.”

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

as sensitive as she was, doesn't cry this much and this badly... unless otherwise, something

And then, I remembered...

explains that it was Nala's, to the way she furiously reacted to my silly joke

This was about Nala.

never moved on

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

Blessy is

Perhaps of the fact that Nala became a second

since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy was growing up,

lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was two

locks were long enough to style, Nala would often do her hair and they

their bond strengthened

times when boredom strikes 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 expeditions just to search for insects

— was playing in the rain, not caring

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

inseparable for that two long years, before Nala was… And for Blessy, being four years old at that time, she couldn't handle

acquired nightmares

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

emotional

think of it then, those activities in the forest that includes the rain, the mud was

my little sister's reliving

finally understanding the

mention, and the one that truly touched my heart was, her statement that she

know Blessy loved Nala, but never did I imagined this

hugged the little girl tighter.

she finally stopped crying, a few hiccups and sniffs here and there but she seemed

She mumbled another hiccup escaped 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 activities that we did. When she was… alive.” She whispered

know I

said, lifting her chin to face me, “Though next time, before you decided

scrunched up her nose which, surprisingly, was one of

I smiled at that.

go bored.” She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always have

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

She grunted at me.

an attitude now. “I'm only 7 Mikee, and 7-year-olds like me don't sit still. Besides, the ball is not for kids. Always for big boys like you, so why bother to have

sister's back to her original

My smile widened.