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.

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.” I stated the first thing that came into my mind, encouraging a

yells again, “You don't understand, Mikee. Nala's memories… my mind's” — she touched her head and tugged her hair harshly — “I'm losing her. I

cry this much

And then, I remembered...

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 I didn't miss that part that she

This was about Nala.

never

warm embrace,

Blessy is

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

friendship started out 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

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

long enough to style, Nala would often do her hair and they did, at some point, experimented on putting make-up

bond strengthened when Blessy

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

and being outside the palace — was playing in the rain, not caring

recalling them,

inseparable for that two long years, before Nala was… And for Blessy, being four years old at that time, she couldn't handle such a

actually acquired nightmares because

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

she's really emotional and scared right

think of it then, those activities in the forest that includes the rain,

my little sister's

finally understanding the source of her troublesome

heart was, her statement that she doesn't want to

loved Nala, but never did I imagined

little girl

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

head. That's why I keep on doing the

nodded, letting her know I heard

“Though next time, before

up her nose which, surprisingly, was one of Nala's

I smiled at that.

wrinkled in anger, “You always have mating balls and I

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

She grunted at me.

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

back to her original

My smile widened.