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.

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

She yells again, “You don't understand, Mikee. Nala's memories… my mind's” — she touched her head and tugged her hair harshly — “I'm losing her. I — I don't want to forget,

doesn't cry this much and this badly... unless otherwise,

And then, I remembered...

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 miss that part that she

This was about Nala.

she never moved on from

tugged her towards my chest and engulfed her into a warm embrace, not

is

of the fact that Nala became a second mother to Blessy;

friendship started out from the spoon-feeding since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy was

play and lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was two and a half, Nala

were long enough to style, Nala would often do her hair and they did, at some point, experimented on

their bond strengthened when Blessy turned

were the times when boredom strikes them. The two devils would sneak out of the mansion and explore the forest floor outside the castle grounds. They usually go to

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, I couldn't help

And for Blessy, being four years old at that time, she couldn't

acquired nightmares

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

really emotional and scared

in the forest that includes

little sister's

finally understanding the source of her troublesome behavior.

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

I imagined this pure,

hugged the little girl

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

hiccup escaped her throat. “I just want her memory to stay, to still be clear inside my head. That's

know I

happy about that.” I said, lifting her chin to face me, “Though next time, before you decided to play outside, bring me. Okay?” I asked, wiping

which, surprisingly, was one of

I smiled at that.

you never go bored.” She argued, her forehead wrinkled in anger, “You

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

She grunted at me.

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

sister's back to her

My smile widened.