Alpha's Nala

Chapter 23. Raised by Fangs and Magic

Legaxy

I guess it was already an obvious factor from the start — also mentioned it a few times — since I do have a mixed-race of Vampire and Witch for a family.

And positively, you'll find it hard to believe that a human actually exists in that mix, or even born from supernatural beings without actually being one.

So rare…

But unlike other adopted kids out there that were acquired because one family was childless or cannot bear a kid of their own, I was adopted because I was a NOBODY.

‘You're a nobody's child, hija.’ a voice, in my memory, reminded me.

Without any warning, my harmless phasing out turned into a more serious condition; another one of my ‘episodes’ transpired.

I felt myself go stiff as my brain started to spark up and began replaying — recollecting — the days I first came to this place. It was like an intense movie, playing from slow to fast-forward on a big screen in my head...

I just watched breathlessly.

FLASHBACK

‘I don't remember why I was walking. All I know was I need to get out from there, I need to leave that place...

Oh, oh civilization!

I was already worn out and my feet were hurting. My dress was stained and I smell like shit...

Now, I was walking inside this weird barricaded place.

I'm in the forest but why was this place all fenced up, like it was a horse stable?

Then, I heard snarls and grunts.

I turned, I wish I didn't, and saw a group of vampires and witches, all young-looking. However, what made me stilled on my spot was their faces, they were all hungry.

Among them was Seth; he was hungry as well...

Instantly, he pounced —

— Fast forward.

I was being dragged to a cell.

The cell looked pretty clean and accommodating. I could live here if they let me.

But the ‘King’ and ‘Queen’ disliked my presence so I guess, I need to work on —

‘Is she a spy? Or an ally?’ I heard a male asked, interrupting my daydreaming.

‘She's neither.’ a female answered.

‘How can you say that?’ the same male questioned.

‘Well, if she's a spy she should be fighting us to save her ass. And if she's one of us, she should have a tattoo or markings… she's clean and very innocent.’ the female explained.

‘Useless too. She has no memories… we checked. She's basically a NOBODY, poor child.’ another male announced, making me wince.

I have no memories… so that's why they freed me after a week of confinement.

However, they didn't let me go.

I heard them again, the guards I believe. They talked about me. They said the Kingdom decided to keep me, FOR GOOD...

I got out of that cell. I was expecting to be left alone

was white, tiled, and clean; It looked more like an interrogation room with

voices. I heard voices

Both standing closed to each other; of course, a husband and

know because I saw love and admiration in their eyes whenever they made

didn't receive from ‘him’, I

to me… they are called the Dyme Family.

honorable family in the kingdom in terms of Security — since the man works as the head of the

royals arrived a minute ago, asking how was I

together with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared

Dyme couple

wanted a NOBODY for a

out of that place, the two mentioned that I should call them ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad’

boys… soon to

Brothers...

mom and a

have a new life,

I heard Mum asked,

and blinked a few tears away — coming from the headache, which was an aftermath of the recalls — before flashing a lovely smile

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

headache after my recollections, Mum

inquired cautiously while brushing my hair with her

not like before.” I lied, trying

sighed in relief. Then, she took her hand off of me and went

Great! Another lie.

to dwell on it... I can

She asserted with a frown, “It's giving me a heart attack every time you get into one of your

headache subsided, “But I can't help it, you know. It always wants to remind me how

warned, cutting me off, “You know the restrictions when using

earned me

bit my

her deeper shade of

me when I say that you are worth it. But do trust me when I tell you that you belonged in this family, that you are a Dyme, Legaxy. You are PERFECT just the way you are so please,” she paused and touched my cheek again, “don't

— and you should know by now I hate being sensitive in front

Mum was actually

hit all my delicate

should do better at everything. That I should be formal and

because I need to in order for

my best on improving myself. I strived to look and act properly; ensuring that I speak the words correctly, dress elegantly, and even made the

well-mannered

at that time, I truly believe that it's the only way of giving back to the

a

my adoption or existence in the community, these past few years. Too bad for them bullies though, I'm a bit of a fighter myself and when needed, I'm fierce —

fought them back and eventually,

a lot of

I never was the person who takes

always work for

RIGHT to be called as a

next in line to the royal throne. And

too good

myself. I made myself work to the point of exhaustion so I could reach their level, made myself function the right way to be the

they did for

recalled inside my head, halting me to fuss

please, don't be too hard on yourself. You've

guess Mum is

was working hard — TOO damn HARD that I let myself be blindsided by the idea that I must be ready for the

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