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...

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

clean; It looked more like an interrogation room with no tinted

I

to each other; of course, a husband and a

admiration in their eyes

receive from ‘him’, I

talked to me… they are called the Dyme

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

arrived a minute ago, asking how was I

royals — together with the

Dyme couple

a NOBODY for a

the two mentioned that I should call them ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad’ starting that day.

had three boys… soon

Brothers...

mom and

new life,

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

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

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

after my recollections, Mum shot me a worried

you remember?” She inquired cautiously while brushing my

bit, but it's not like before.” I lied,

she took her hand off of me and went

Great! Another lie.

want her to dwell

doing that Lily.” She asserted with a frown, “It's giving me a heart attack every time you get into one of your ‘episodes’.” She

offered another 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 always be thankful to the

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

I argued which earned me a hard glare

bit

another sigh. Then, her deeper shade of green eyes

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

immediately felt emotional — and you should know by now I hate being sensitive

knew Mum was actually observing me so

hit

better at everything. That

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 effort to fix my walk — making sure I do that with

a well-mannered kid; sensitive,

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 and spares the old

a little

some ‘minor’ fights. Mostly about my adoption or existence in the community, these past few years. Too bad for them bullies though, I'm

I fought them back and eventually,

upon acknowledging everything, it does sound like a lot of work for just

the person who

always

to be called as a DYME, is

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

too good to

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

did

Mum's words recalled inside my head, halting me to

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

Mum is

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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