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...

cell. I was

more like

voices. I heard voices

caught my attention then. Both standing closed to each

saw love and admiration in their eyes whenever they

receive from ‘him’,

to me… they are called the

kingdom in terms of Security — since the man works as the head of the Security department — and

royals arrived a minute ago, asking how was

them royals — together with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared I was

couple said

for

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

already had three boys… soon

Brothers...

and a

new life, they

I heard Mum

breathe and blinked a few tears away — coming from the headache, which was an

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

the painful headache after my recollections, Mum shot

inquired cautiously while brushing my hair with her

it's not like before.” I lied, trying to sound convincing.

she took her hand off of me and went back

Great! Another lie.

don't want her to dwell on

goodness for that. However, your brain should really stop doing that Lily.” She asserted with a frown, “It's giving me a heart attack every time you get into one

help it, you know. It always

know the restrictions when

which earned

immediately bit my

the action, let out another sigh. Then, her deeper shade of green eyes lovingly stared at me.

feel like it's not fair if we acknowledge you like that.” Mum started, flashing me a small smile, “I know you don't believe 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 be too hard on yourself. You've proven yourself enough to us, child. That's why, with all my heart, I am

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

was actually observing me

hit

an adopted child, I always thought that I should do better at everything. That I should be formal and behave as

to, but because I need to in order for my

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

well-mannered kid;

way of giving back to the family who

a

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 — I guess, that was already apparent

I fought them back

everything, it does sound like a lot

the person who takes things

I always

to be called as a DYME, is

the royal throne. And to be shoved into that mix

just too good to

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

did

recalled inside my

you are so please, don't be too hard on yourself. You've proven yourself

guess Mum

HARD that 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

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