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...

I was expecting to be

and clean; It looked more like

voices. I

people caught my attention then. Both standing closed to each other;

admiration in their

I didn't receive from ‘him’,

they are called the Dyme Family.

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

a minute ago,

the

Dyme couple said

wanted a NOBODY for a child… weird

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

boys…

Brothers...

mom and

a new life,

Mum asked, completely snapping me out

tears away — coming from the headache, which was an aftermath of the recalls — before

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

painful headache after my recollections, Mum shot me a

She inquired cautiously

like before.” I lied, trying to sound

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

Great! Another lie.

I don't want her to dwell on it... I

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

help it, you know. It always wants to remind me how lucky I am, and that I should always be

warned, cutting me off, “You know the restrictions when

earned me a hard glare from

immediately bit my

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

you are a Dyme, Legaxy. You

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

was actually observing

hit all my delicate

that I should do better at everything. That I should be

to in order for my relationship with my ‘adopters’ to be

and act properly; ensuring that I speak the

be a well-mannered kid; sensitive, careful,

the only way of giving back to the family who accepted me; seeing that

a little

fights. Mostly about my adoption or existence in the community, these past few years. Too bad

I fought them back and eventually,

upon acknowledging everything, it does sound like a lot of

person

I always work

to be called as a DYME, is considered a

because the Dyme family is next in line to the royal throne. And to be

just too good to

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

are so please, don't be too

Mum

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 to do my

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