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...

sun was blinding when I got out of that cell. I was expecting to be left alone but they pushed me to this room.

It looked more like an interrogation

I heard voices

then. Both standing closed to

and admiration in their eyes whenever they made

I didn't receive from ‘him’,

talked to me… they are called

the head of the Security department — and Health — the lady's the

a minute ago, asking how was

with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared I

Dyme couple said

for a child…

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

they already had three boys… soon to be

Brothers...

mom and

life, they declared after

are you alright baby?” I heard Mum asked, completely snapping

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

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

about the painful headache after my recollections, Mum shot

hurt, when you remember?” She inquired cautiously while brushing

but it's not like before.”

sighed in relief. Then, she took her hand off of me and went back on the pan

Great! Another lie.

to dwell on it... I

She asserted with a frown,

the headache subsided, “But I can't help it, you know. It always wants to

know the restrictions

earned me a

immediately bit

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

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

you should know by now I hate being sensitive in front of

Mum was

hit all my

at everything. That I should be formal and

in order for my relationship with my ‘adopters’

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

be a well-mannered

that 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

a

about my adoption or existence in the community, these past few years. Too bad for them bullies though, I'm

I fought them

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

was the person who takes

I always work

RIGHT to be called as

line to the royal throne.

too good

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

did for

words recalled inside my head,

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

guess Mum is

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

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