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.

remember as 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,

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 when I sense, there's more to just being

as she was, doesn't cry this much and this

And then, I remembered...

she furiously reacted to my silly joke that seemingly involved Nala, and I didn't miss that part that

This was about Nala.

she never moved

a warm embrace, not

Blessy is

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

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

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

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

their bond strengthened when Blessy

devils would sneak out of the mansion and explore the

playing in the rain,

I disliked recalling them,

long years, before Nala was… And for

actually acquired nightmares because

that she's seven, and three years of NO Nala by her side, I'm sure her memories of ‘her’ were slowly

really emotional and

it then, those activities in the forest that includes the rain, the mud

little

inwardly, finally understanding the source of

one that truly touched my heart was,

know Blessy loved Nala, but never did I imagined this pure, unconditional

little

she finally

“I just want her memory to stay, to still be clear inside my head. That's why I

letting her know I heard her.

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

which, surprisingly, was one of Nala's

I smiled at that.

her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You always have mating balls and I don't

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

She grunted at me.

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

my sister's back to her

My smile widened.