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 well as to cry for it. It's

head and tugged her hair harshly — “I'm losing her.

much and this badly... unless

And then, I remembered...

way she declared 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

This was about Nala.

she never

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

Blessy is and still

my little sister's world. Their bond, unlike all of us, was deemed inseparable. Perhaps of the fact that Nala became a second mother

first met a sixteen-year-old

and lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was two and a half, Nala

my sister turned three, and her blonde locks were long enough to style, Nala would often do her hair and

strengthened when Blessy

would sneak out of the mansion and explore the

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. Sometimes, their

recalling them, I

for Blessy, being four

nightmares because

three years of NO Nala by her side, I'm

she's really emotional and scared right

the forest that includes the rain, the mud was

so my little sister's reliving the

inwardly, finally understanding the source of her

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

Blessy loved Nala, but never did I imagined this pure, unconditional

little girl

reason why you go out and play in the mud?” I asked when she finally stopped crying, a few hiccups and sniffs here and there but she seemed calm now to answer.

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

nodded, letting her know I

sweetheart. Nala would be very happy about that.” I said, lifting her chin to face me, “Though next time, before

which, surprisingly, was one

I smiled at that.

wrinkled in anger, “You always have mating balls and I don't

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

She grunted at me.

protested with 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

my sister's back to her original

My smile widened.