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

clean; It looked more like

voices. I heard voices

Both standing closed to each other; of course, a

admiration in their eyes whenever they made eye

didn't receive

me… they are called the

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

a minute ago, asking

— together with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared I was officially

couple

wanted a NOBODY for a child… weird

got out of that place, the two mentioned that I should call

had three boys… soon to be my

Brothers...

mom and a

have a new life, they declared after

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

which was an aftermath of the recalls — before flashing

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

the painful headache after my recollections, Mum

She inquired

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

her hand off of me and went

Great! Another lie.

her to dwell on it... I

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

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

she warned, cutting me off, “You know the restrictions when using that

I argued which earned me a hard

bit my

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

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

— and you should know by now I hate being sensitive in front

never knew Mum was actually observing

definitely, she hit all my delicate

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

because I need to in order for my relationship with my ‘adopters’ to

I did 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

well-mannered kid; sensitive, careful,

believe that it's the only way of giving back to the family who accepted me; seeing that

a

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

fought them back and

it does sound like a lot of

person who takes things for granted.

I always work for

RIGHT to be called as a DYME, is considered a big HONOR

is next in line to the royal throne. And to be

just too good to be

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

they did

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

be too hard

Mum

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

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