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

don't 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

was, doesn't cry this much and

And then, I remembered...

reacted to my silly joke that seemingly involved Nala, and I didn't miss that part that she said she was disturbed of

This was about Nala.

Blessy, she never

chest and engulfed her into a warm embrace, not

is and

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

started out from the spoon-feeding since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy

trusted to bathe, play and lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was two and a half, Nala became

turned three, and her blonde locks were long enough to style, Nala would often do her hair and they did, at

bond strengthened

sneak out of the mansion and explore the forest floor outside the

love — in times of tedium and being outside the palace — was playing in the rain, not caring if mud would stain their clothes, hands, or feet.

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

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

acquired nightmares because of

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

she's really emotional

then, those activities in the forest that

little

the source

heart was, her statement that she doesn't

but never did I imagined this pure, unconditional love

the little

when she finally stopped crying, a few hiccups and sniffs here and

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…

letting her know

“Though next time,

scrunched up her nose which, surprisingly, was one of

I smiled at that.

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

but it will only take an hour,” I softly said, taking off her tiara from her tangled

She grunted at me.

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

My smile widened.