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.

normal to remember as well as to cry for it. It's okay, don't feel embarrassed about it.” I stated the first

Nala's memories… my mind's” — she touched her head and tugged her hair harshly — “I'm losing her.

sensitive as she was, doesn't cry this much and this badly... unless otherwise,

And then, I remembered...

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,

This was about Nala.

Blessy, she never moved on

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

course, Blessy is and still

the fact that Nala became a second mother to Blessy; this was at the time when Mom's foreign

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

trusted to bathe, play and lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was two

Nala would often

bond strengthened when Blessy

The two devils would sneak out of the mansion and explore the forest floor outside the castle grounds. They usually go to these dirty expeditions just

and being outside the palace — was playing in the rain, not caring if mud would stain their clothes, hands, or feet. Sometimes, their faces when

and as much as I disliked recalling

long years, before Nala was… And for Blessy, being four years

actually acquired nightmares because

of NO Nala by her side, I'm

why she's really emotional

forest that includes the

little sister's reliving

inwardly, finally understanding the

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

Nala, but never did I imagined this pure,

hugged the little

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

just want her memory to stay, to still be clear inside my head. That's why I keep on doing the same

letting her know I

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

nose which, surprisingly, was one of

I smiled at that.

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

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

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 you,

back to her original

My smile widened.