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

head and tugged her hair harshly — “I'm losing her. I — I don't want to forget, Mikee...” She explained through

this much and

And then, I remembered...

she furiously reacted to my silly joke that seemingly

This was about Nala.

Blessy, she never moved

my chest and engulfed her into a warm

is and

Nala became a second mother to Blessy; this was at the time when Mom's foreign illness showed up, making her unable to

the spoon-feeding since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala.

the feeding, was also trusted to bathe, play and lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was two and a half, Nala became her first

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

bond strengthened when Blessy

of the mansion and explore the

the palace — was playing in the rain, not

recalling them, I couldn't help it; I've basically watched

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

actually acquired nightmares because

she's seven, and three years of NO Nala by her side, I'm sure her

really emotional and scared right

activities in the forest that includes

my little

understanding the source

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

did I imagined this pure, unconditional love

the little girl tighter.

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

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. When she was… alive.” She whispered the last

nodded, letting her know

lifting her chin to face me, “Though next time, before you decided to play outside, bring me. Okay?”

scrunched up her nose which, surprisingly, was one

I smiled at that.

She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always have

only take an hour,” I softly said, taking off her tiara from

She grunted at me.

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 have me

my sister's back to her

My smile widened.