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.

midway on drinking his liquor and narrowed his eyes at

makes the two

rolled my 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

Miggy she disrespected.

exasperation and was about to say something when I shot him a death glare,

out.” I coldly

just a blink, it turned

didn't know what I was

well, Miguelito Amadues.” I paused and took a drink, “You're like Mom... Always have excuses, explanations. You both will do anything to rationalize, to make me believe that everything will be

didn't say a

a hand over my hair, annoyed by the raw emotion

sigh again — and this

then.” He

down at him,

himself in the banister, body leaning forward while his arms

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

say anything — too hurt to defend

and shot me an apologetic

cautiously eyed me, and seeing I'm in control, he proceeded, “Believing you were okay, I just thought that you were just being indecisive, too confused to determine your second chance mate at the balls.” He paused and sips

then placed the empty bottle beside him and from there, he shot me a serious

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

my eyebrows at

“Break?” I asked, perplexed.

turned back to gaze at

a break… like

Oh.

That would be nice…

the duties I need to fulfill

Miggy rolled his eyes.

obligations, the boys and I finished it ahead of time. You'll be free for

I

He shrugs his shoulders.

Michael Angelo.” he mimics my tone from