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.

his liquor and narrowed

that makes the two of

eyes

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 growled — “but

Miggy she disrespected. It's Nala!”

was about to say

out.” I coldly

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

didn't know what I was

know you too well, Miguelito Amadues.” I paused and took a drink, “You're like Mom... Always have excuses, explanations.

didn't say a word, so

also half of my soul.” I ran a hand over my hair, annoyed by the raw emotion building inside my chest, “She was my future, brother. She was my everything and I just let that slipped through my

came between us until I heard him sigh again — and this time, it

wolf then.” He finally declared, eyes staring from

down at him,

the banister, body leaning forward while his arms resting

me about Bear's hallucinations. I thought it was just him, being affected

say anything

and shot

didn't mean to sound arrogant…” he cautiously eyed me, and seeing I'm in control, he proceeded, “Believing you were okay, I just thought that you were

bottle beside him and from

ran his fingers through his hair, “Look, you need time to heal. A very long time, so I suggest that you

my eyebrows

“Break?” I asked, perplexed.

back to gaze

like a vacation,” he

Oh.

That would be nice…

fulfill

Miggy rolled his eyes.

I finished it ahead

I inquired,

He shrugs his shoulders.

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