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...

that cell. I was expecting to be left alone but they pushed me

tiled, and clean; It looked more

I heard voices

then. Both standing closed to each

admiration in their

receive from

they are called the Dyme

of

royals arrived a minute ago, asking

them royals — together with the ‘Mixed

Dyme couple

a NOBODY for a

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

they already had three boys… soon to be my

Brothers...

mom and a

have a new life,

baby?” I heard Mum asked, completely snapping me out of my

from the headache, which

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

knowing about the painful headache after my recollections, Mum

it still hurt, when you remember?” She inquired cautiously while

it's not like before.” I lied, trying

of me and went back on the

Great! Another lie.

to dwell on

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

you know. It always wants to remind me how lucky I am, and that I should always be thankful to the people

please,” she warned, cutting me off, “You know the

argued which earned me

immediately bit my

the action, let out another sigh. Then, her deeper shade of green eyes

you belonged in this family, that you are a Dyme, Legaxy. You

know by now I hate being sensitive in front of my family.

was

she hit all my

an adopted child, I always thought that I should do better at everything. That I

I need to in

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

be a well-mannered kid; sensitive,

the only way of giving back to the family who accepted me; seeing

just a little

Too bad for them bullies though, I'm a bit of a fighter myself

fought them back

like a lot of work for

never was the person who

I always work

earning a spot in their life, earning that RIGHT to be called as a DYME, is considered a

to the royal throne. And to be shoved into that mix like I somewhat deserve

good

of exhaustion so I could reach

did

in that second, Mum's words recalled inside my head, halting me to fuss

don't be too

Mum is

I let myself be blindsided by the idea that I must be ready for the ‘daughter position’ as if it was work that I needed to do my utmost best so

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