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 but

more like

voices. I

caught my attention then. Both standing closed to each other; of course, a husband and a

saw love and admiration in their eyes whenever they

one I didn't receive from ‘him’, I

to me… they are called the

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

arrived a minute ago, asking how was I

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

Dyme couple said

wanted a NOBODY for

that I should call them ‘Mum’ and

already had three boys… soon

Brothers...

mom and

a new life, they

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

tears away — coming from the headache, which

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

the painful headache after my recollections, Mum shot me a worried

remember?” She inquired cautiously while brushing my

like before.” I lied, trying

hand off of me and went back on the pan

Great! Another lie.

her to dwell on it... I

She asserted with a frown, “It's giving me a heart attack every time you

Mama,” I offered another sheepish smile. Well, mostly to myself as the headache subsided, “But I can't help it, you know. It always wants

know the restrictions when using that

argued which earned me a hard

bit

sigh. Then, her

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 so proud to call you

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

never knew Mum was actually

hit all my

child, I always thought that I should do better at everything. That I should be formal

because I have to, but because I need to in order for my relationship with my

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

a well-mannered

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

just a little

existence in the community, these past few years. Too bad for them bullies though, I'm a bit of a fighter myself

I fought them back and eventually,

sound like a lot of

never was the person who takes

always work

their life, earning that RIGHT to be

to the royal throne. And to be shoved into

just too good

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

they did for

recalled inside my

so please, don't be too hard on yourself.

Mum is

by the idea that I must be ready for the ‘daughter position’ as if it was work

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