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...

that cell. I was expecting to be left

was white, tiled, and clean; It looked more like an interrogation

I heard

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

I saw love and admiration in their eyes whenever

I didn't receive from ‘him’,

talked to me… they are called the

terms of Security — since the man works as the head of the Security department — and Health —

arrived a minute ago,

together with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared I was

Dyme couple said

NOBODY for a child…

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

boys…

Brothers...

and a

a new life, they declared after ——

Mum asked, completely snapping

which was an aftermath of the recalls — before flashing a lovely smile at

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

and knowing about the painful headache after

hurt, when you remember?” She inquired cautiously while brushing my hair with her

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

off of me and went back on the pan in front

Great! Another lie.

to dwell

with a frown, “It's giving

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 to remind me how lucky I am, and

know the restrictions when using that

which earned me a hard glare

bit my

sigh. Then, her deeper shade of

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

know by now I hate being

was actually observing me

definitely, she hit all my

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

in order for my relationship with my ‘adopters’ to

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

well-mannered kid;

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

a little

that I've been involved with some ‘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 — I

them back

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

person

I always

RIGHT to be called as a DYME,

Dyme family is next in line to the royal throne. And to be shoved into that mix like I

too good to

work to the point of exhaustion so I could reach

did for

recalled inside my head,

PERFECT just the way you are so please, don't be

Mum

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

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