Alpha's Nala novel Chapter 21

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.

“We all have our own special memories with Nala, sweetheart. It's normal to remember as well as to cry for it. It's okay, don't feel embarrassed about it.” I stated the first thing that came into my mind, encouraging a smile at her. 

“No!” 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, Mikee...” She explained through her crying and that's when I sense, there's more to just being upset here.

Blessy, as sensitive as she was, doesn't cry this much and this badly... unless otherwise, something tremendous troubles her.

And then, I remembered...

The way she 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 Nala, and I didn't miss that part that she said she was disturbed of losing memories of Nala, made me understand everything.

This was about Nala.

And Blessy, she never moved on from her.

I tugged her towards my chest and engulfed her into a warm embrace, not caring if dirt-stained my suit. There, she cried harder.

Of course, Blessy is and still broken...

Three years ago, Nala was my little sister's world. Their bond, unlike all of us, was deemed inseparable. Perhaps of the fact that Nala became a second mother to Blessy; this was at the time when Mom's foreign illness showed up, making her unable to function at everything.

Their friendship started out from the spoon-feeding since Blessy was two when she first met a sixteen-year-old Nala. Then, as Blessy was growing up, the magic of their relationship also grew.

Nala, aside from the feeding, was also trusted to bathe, play and lull Blessy to sleep. When Blessy was two and a half, Nala became her first teacher.

When my sister turned three, and her blonde locks were long enough to style, Nala would often do her hair and they did, at some point, experimented on putting make-up on.

But their bond strengthened when Blessy turned four...

These 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 these dirty expeditions just to search for insects and flowers.

However, what they both truly love — in times of tedium and being 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 rough between them.

Yeah, such lovely memories, and as much as I disliked recalling them, I couldn't help it; I've basically watched them grow.

Surely, they've been inseparable for that two long years, before Nala was… And for Blessy, being four years old at that time, she couldn't handle such a loss.

She actually acquired nightmares because of it...

Now that she's seven, and three years of NO Nala by her side, I'm sure her memories of ‘her’ were slowly fading away.

That's why she's really emotional and scared right now.