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.

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.” I stated the first thing

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

was, doesn't cry this much and this

And then, I remembered...

furiously reacted to my silly joke that seemingly involved Nala,

This was about Nala.

never moved

tugged her towards my chest and engulfed her into a warm embrace,

is and

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

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

Blessy to sleep. When

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

strengthened when Blessy turned

explore the

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

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

for Blessy, being four years old at that time, she couldn't

acquired nightmares because

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

emotional and scared right

activities in the forest that includes

my little sister's reliving

the source of her troublesome behavior.

heart was, her statement that she

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

hugged the little girl

asked when she finally

another hiccup escaped her throat. “I just want her memory to stay, to still be clear inside my head. That's why I keep on doing the same activities that we did.

nodded, letting her know I

be very happy about that.” I said, lifting her chin to face me, “Though next time, before you decided to play outside, bring me. Okay?” I asked, wiping the remaining tears from

up her nose which,

I smiled at that.

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

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

She grunted at me.

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

my sister's back to her

My smile widened.