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 expecting to be left alone but they pushed me to

more like an interrogation

voices. I

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

saw love and admiration in their eyes

I didn't receive from

to me… they are called

man works as the head of the Security department

minute ago,

with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared I

the Dyme couple said

wanted a NOBODY for

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

boys… soon

Brothers...

and

have a new life, they

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

the headache, which

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

and knowing about the painful headache after my recollections, Mum

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

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

heard her sighed in relief. Then, she took her hand off of me

Great! Another lie.

dwell

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

sheepish smile. Well, mostly to myself as the headache subsided, “But I can't help it, you know. It

off, “You know the

argued which earned me a

immediately bit

another sigh. Then, her deeper shade of green

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

you should know by now

knew Mum was actually

she hit all my delicate

I should do better at everything. That I should be formal and behave as

because I need to in order for my relationship with my

the words correctly, dress elegantly, and even made the effort to fix my walk — making sure I do

well-mannered kid; sensitive, careful,

too much, but at 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 spares the

a little

few years. Too bad for them bullies though, I'm a bit of a fighter myself and

them

sound like a lot

the person

I always

life, earning that RIGHT to be called as a

is next in line to the royal throne. And

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

they did for

recalled inside my head, halting me

don't be too hard

Mum

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

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