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.

well as to cry for it. It's okay, don't feel embarrassed about it.” I stated the first thing that came into my mind, encouraging a

“You 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 explained through her crying and that's

much

And then, I remembered...

then further explains that it was Nala's, to 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, made me understand

This was about Nala.

never moved on

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

is

all of us, was deemed inseparable. Perhaps of the fact that Nala became a second mother to Blessy; this was

met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then,

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

three, and her blonde locks were long enough to style, Nala would often

strengthened when Blessy turned

and explore the forest

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

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

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

acquired nightmares because

of NO Nala by her side,

really emotional and

forest that includes

my little sister's

finally understanding the source

mention, and the one that truly touched my heart was, her statement that she

did I imagined this pure, unconditional love coming from

the little

the reason why you go out and play in the mud?” I asked when she finally

inside my head. That's why I keep on

her know

would 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

which, surprisingly, was one

I smiled at that.

never go bored.” She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always have mating balls and I don't like those whimsy

it will only take an hour,” I

She grunted at me.

me don't sit still. Besides, the ball is not for kids. Always for big boys like you, so

sister's back to

My smile widened.