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...

was expecting to be left alone but they pushed me

tiled, and clean; It looked more like an interrogation

voices. I

my attention then. Both standing closed to each other; of

saw love and admiration in their eyes whenever they

receive from ‘him’,

me… they are called the Dyme Family.

as the head of the Security department — and Health — the

minute ago, asking

— together with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared I

couple said

a NOBODY for a child…

the two mentioned that I should

three boys…

Brothers...

mom and

have a new life, they declared after

Mum asked, completely snapping

headache, which was

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

knowing about the painful headache after my

She inquired cautiously while brushing my

not like before.” I lied,

in relief. Then, she took her hand off of

Great! Another lie.

I don't want her to dwell on

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

sheepish smile. Well, mostly to myself as the headache subsided, “But I can't help it, you know. It always wants to remind me how lucky I am, and that I should

cutting me off, “You know the restrictions when using that word.” She

I argued which earned

immediately bit my

sigh. Then, her deeper shade of green eyes lovingly

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

felt emotional — and you should know by now I hate being sensitive in front of my family.

Mum was

definitely, she hit all

I should do better at everything.

to in order for my relationship with my ‘adopters’ to be

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

well-mannered kid; sensitive, careful,

time, I truly believe that it's the only way of giving back to the family who accepted me; seeing that being decent avoids problems

a little

‘minor’ fights. Mostly about 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 —

them back and eventually,

like a lot of

the person who takes things for

always

spot in their life, earning that RIGHT to be called as

the royal throne. And to be

too good to be

exhaustion so I could reach their level, made myself function

they did

Mum's words recalled inside my

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

Mum is

working hard — TOO damn 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 utmost best so I can be qualified

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