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.

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 smile at

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 more to just being

she was, doesn't cry this much and this badly... unless

And then, I remembered...

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

This was about Nala.

Blessy, she never

warm embrace, not caring if dirt-stained my suit. There, she

Blessy is and

Their bond, unlike all of us, was deemed inseparable. Perhaps of the fact that Nala became a second mother to Blessy; this was

from the spoon-feeding since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy was growing up, the magic of their relationship also

aside from the feeding, was also trusted to bathe, play and lull Blessy to sleep. When

would often do her hair

bond strengthened when Blessy

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

— was playing in the rain, not

disliked recalling them, I couldn't help

that two long years, before Nala was… And for Blessy, being

nightmares

by her side,

emotional and scared right

that includes the

little

understanding the source of her

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

Nala, but never did I imagined this

little girl tighter.

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

memory to stay, to still be clear inside my head. That's why I keep on doing the same activities that we

letting her know I

face me, “Though next time, before you decided to

up her nose which, surprisingly,

I smiled at that.

“You always have mating balls and I don't like

only take an hour,” I softly said, taking off her tiara

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

sister's back

My smile widened.