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.”

don't understand, Mikee. Nala's 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

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

And then, I remembered...

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 on

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

is and

sister's world. Their bond, unlike all of us, was 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 up, making her unable

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

and lull Blessy to sleep.

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

bond strengthened when Blessy

two devils would sneak out of the mansion and explore the forest floor outside the castle grounds. They usually go to

both truly love — in times of tedium and being outside the palace — was playing in 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

before Nala was… And for Blessy, being four

actually acquired nightmares because of

and three years of NO Nala by her side, I'm sure her memories of ‘her’

really emotional and

in the forest that includes the rain, the mud was all Nala and

little sister's

smiled inwardly, finally understanding the

heart was, her statement that she doesn't

never did I imagined this pure, unconditional love

hugged the little

you go out and play in the mud?” I asked when she finally stopped crying,

to still be clear inside my head. That's why I

nodded, letting her know

be very happy about that.” I said, lifting her chin to face me, “Though next

which, surprisingly,

I smiled at that.

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

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

She grunted at me.

“I'm only 7 Mikee, and 7-year-olds like me don't sit still. Besides, the ball is

sister's back

My smile widened.