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.

own special memories with Nala, sweetheart. It's normal to 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, encouraging a smile at

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

as she was, doesn't cry this much and

And then, I remembered...

the word 'memories' to me and 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

This was about Nala.

she never

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

is and still

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

was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy was growing up, the magic of their

play and lull Blessy

to style, Nala would often do her hair and

their bond strengthened

times when boredom strikes them. The two devils would sneak out of the mansion and explore the

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

memories, and as much as I disliked recalling them, I couldn't help it;

And for Blessy, being four years old at that time, she

actually acquired nightmares because

years of NO Nala by her side, I'm sure her memories of ‘her’ were slowly fading

really emotional and scared right

think of it then, those activities in the forest that includes the rain, the mud was all

little sister's

the source

truly touched my heart was, her statement that she doesn't

did I imagined this pure, unconditional love

the little

in the mud?” I asked when she finally stopped crying, a

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…

know I heard her.

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

scrunched up her nose which, surprisingly, was

I smiled at that.

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

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

She grunted at me.

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,

sister's back to her original

My smile widened.