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.

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

“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

this much and this badly... unless otherwise, something tremendous

And then, I remembered...

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

This was about Nala.

never

engulfed her into a warm embrace, not caring

is and

years ago, Nala 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 at the time when

a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy was growing

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

long enough to style, Nala would often do her hair and they did, at

their bond strengthened when Blessy turned

explore the forest floor outside the castle grounds. They usually go to these

outside the palace — was playing in the rain, not caring if mud would

such lovely memories, and as much as I disliked recalling them, I

that two long years, before Nala was… And for Blessy, being four years old at that time,

acquired nightmares because

by her side, I'm sure her

why she's really emotional and scared right

then, those activities in the forest that includes the rain, the mud was all Nala and Blessy's

little

finally understanding the source of her

one that truly touched my heart was, her statement that she doesn't

did I imagined this pure,

hugged the little girl

play in the mud?” I asked when she finally stopped crying, a few hiccups and sniffs here and there

head. That's why I keep on doing the same activities that we did. When she was… alive.” She

her know I

her chin to face me, “Though next time, before you decided

up her nose which,

I smiled at that.

anger, “You always have mating balls and

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

She grunted at me.

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 you, so why bother to

back

My smile widened.