Alpha's Nala novel Chapter 27

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.

He stopped midway on drinking his liquor and narrowed his eyes at me.

“I guess that makes the two of us,” he told.

I rolled my eyes again at him.

“Seriously speaking though, Mom wanted to speak with you. And sensing you're gonna be like this,” 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 growled — “but it was meant for good reasons, Mikee. She didn't mean to disrespect you or hurt your feelings.”

“It's not me, Miggy she disrespected. It's Nala!” I snapped.

My brother sigh out of exasperation and was about to say something when I shot him a death glare, interrupting him.

“Get out.” I coldly ordered.

He looked up at me, surprised and after just a blink, it turned into a more curious gaze.

“But you didn't know what I was gonna say,” He argued.

“I know you too 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 okay when it's not.”

He didn't say a word, so I continued.

“You know this is hard for me, Miggy. I didn't just lose a big part of my life, but 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 fingertips. For what reasons? I don't know anymore.”

Another moment of silence came between us until I heard him sigh again — and this time, it was out of pure sadness.

“It isn't just your wolf then.” He finally declared, eyes staring from a distance.

I glanced down at him, dumbfounded.

He noticed and positioned himself in the banister, body leaning forward while his arms resting on the marble structure.

“The guys told me about Bear's hallucinations. I thought it was just him, being affected and all since I saw how you treated Nala before for being fat and human...”

I winced upon hearing that but didn't say anything — too hurt to defend myself.