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.

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

harshly — “I'm losing her. I — I don't want to forget, Mikee...”

as she was, doesn't cry this much and this

And then, I remembered...

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 seemingly involved Nala, and I didn't miss that part that she said she was disturbed of losing memories of

This was about Nala.

never moved

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

Blessy is

Nala became a second

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

to bathe, play and lull Blessy

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

bond strengthened when Blessy

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

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

memories, and as much as I disliked recalling them, I couldn't help it; I've

before Nala was… And for Blessy, being four years old

actually acquired nightmares

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

really emotional and scared

the forest that includes the rain, the

little sister's reliving

smiled inwardly, finally understanding the source of her troublesome

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

know Blessy loved Nala, but never did I imagined

the little

she finally stopped crying, a few

still be clear inside my head. That's why I keep on doing the same activities that we did. When she was… alive.”

nodded, letting her know

understand, sweetheart. Nala would be very happy about that.” I said, lifting her chin to face me, “Though next time, before you decided to play outside, bring me. Okay?” I

nose which, surprisingly, was one of Nala's

I smiled at that.

She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always have mating balls and I don't

but it will only take an hour,”

She grunted at me.

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

my sister's back to her

My smile widened.