Alpha's Nala

Michael Angelo

I don't drink.

But once I do, I wanted my beverage to be heavy or strong.

Sometimes fancy…

“There's no wine, nor Scotch, brother.” He took another drink from his bottle, “Jack Daniels all gone too, and don't ask what happened to the champagnes… messy story for you. You'll get bored.” he added with a shook of his head as if discarding the memory from his mind.

And there goes my hope... I guess today, I won't have any.

I only shrug my shoulders at him and drank my liquor.

Immediately, the cold brew hit me like cold water on a hot summer day, relaxing every tense muscle I didn't know I still have at the moment.

Finally relaxed, I let out another sigh.

Miggy smirked.

“You're welcome.” He announced.

I rolled my eyes.

He didn't remark any further and there was silence then.

I was about to ask him what he was doing here when he beats me to it, saying, “Mum asked for you.”

Hearing that, my once relaxed expression promptly darkened.

“You should know by now, brother that I'm in no mood to talk to our Mother.” I took another sip and my jaw clenched at the memory of the shrine, “Tell her I'm busy,” I added coldly.

Miggy only snorted.

“Busy with what? Scanning the forest floor in the DARK, while standing in the railing like a gloomy phantom? Sure, I'll do that.” He mocked.

I raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

“Says who, who just stepped out from the shadows of my room.” I simply retort.

on drinking his liquor and

that makes the two of

eyes again at

pointing me and the banister — referring to me on wanting to be alone, “she made me deliver the message to you. She says, and I know you know by now, how sorry she was with building that shrine” — I

not me, Miggy she disrespected.

to say

I coldly

me, surprised and after just a blink, it turned into a more curious

what I was gonna

excuses, explanations. You both will do anything

didn't say a word,

I ran a hand over my hair, annoyed by the raw emotion building inside my chest, “She was my future, brother.

sigh again — and this

He finally declared, eyes

glanced down at

body leaning forward while

affected and all since I saw how you treated Nala before for being fat and

that but didn't say anything — too hurt

shot

that you

bottle beside him and from there, he

you're too broken to fix, brother, and the fancy balls were just a waste of time.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair,

my

“Break?” I asked, perplexed.

and turned back to gaze

like

Oh.

That would be nice…

to fulfill this month,

Miggy rolled his eyes.

I finished it ahead

But…how?” I

He shrugs his shoulders.

I just know you too well, Michael Angelo.” he mimics