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 cry for it. It's okay, don't feel embarrassed about it.” I stated the first thing that

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 her crying and that's when I sense, there's more to just

doesn't cry this much and this badly... unless otherwise, something tremendous troubles

And then, I remembered...

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 Nala, made me

This was about Nala.

Blessy, she never moved

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

course, Blessy is and still

was my little 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

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

play and lull Blessy to sleep.

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

their bond strengthened when Blessy

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

what they 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. Sometimes,

recalling them, I couldn't help it;

for Blessy, being four years old at

acquired nightmares because of

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

why she's really emotional and scared

of it then, those activities in the forest that includes the rain, the mud was all Nala

so my little

inwardly, finally understanding the source of her

and the one that truly touched my heart was, her statement that she doesn't want to forget her, our

Nala, but never did I imagined

little

she finally stopped crying,

She mumbled another hiccup escaped her throat. “I just want her memory to stay, to still be clear inside my head. That's why I keep

her know I

that.” I said, lifting her chin to face me, “Though next time, before you

nose which, surprisingly, was one of

I smiled at that.

bored.” She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always have mating balls and I don't like those whimsy

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

She grunted at me.

7-year-olds like me don't sit still. Besides, the ball is not for kids. Always

sister's back to

My smile widened.