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.

as well as to cry for it. It's okay, don't feel embarrassed about it.”

her head and tugged her hair harshly — “I'm losing her. I — I don't want

this much and this badly...

And then, I remembered...

declared 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

This was about Nala.

Blessy, she never moved on from

engulfed her into a warm embrace, not caring if dirt-stained my

is and still

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

since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy

from the feeding, was also trusted to bathe, play and lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy

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

as much as I disliked recalling them,

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

nightmares because

Nala by her side, I'm sure her memories of ‘her’

emotional and scared

those activities in the forest that includes the

my little sister's reliving the

the

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

never did I imagined this

the little girl

why you go out and play in the mud?” I asked when she finally stopped crying, a few hiccups and sniffs here and there but she seemed calm now to answer.

“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

know

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

scrunched up her nose which, surprisingly, was one

I smiled at that.

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

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

She grunted at me.

Mikee, and 7-year-olds like me don't sit still. Besides, the ball is not

sister's back to

My smile widened.