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.

as to cry for it. It's okay, don't feel embarrassed about it.” I stated the

her. I — I don't want to forget, Mikee...” She explained through her crying and that's when I sense,

doesn't cry this much

And then, I remembered...

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

This was about Nala.

never moved on from

into a warm embrace, not caring if dirt-stained my suit.

is and

that Nala became a second mother to Blessy; this was at the time

she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then,

was also trusted to bathe, play and lull Blessy to sleep.

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

bond strengthened when Blessy turned

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

truly love — in times of tedium and being outside the palace — was playing in the rain, not caring if mud

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

Nala was… And for Blessy,

acquired nightmares

NO Nala by her side, I'm sure her memories of ‘her’ were slowly fading

why she's really emotional

those activities in the forest that

little

the source of her

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

know Blessy loved Nala, but never did I imagined

the little

asked when she finally stopped crying, a few hiccups and sniffs here and

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…

nodded, letting her know

me, “Though next time, before

scrunched up her nose which,

I smiled at that.

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

but it will only take an hour,” I softly

She grunted at me.

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

back to her

My smile widened.