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...

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

It looked more like

voices. I heard voices

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

admiration in their eyes whenever they made eye

receive

to me… they are called

the man works as the head of the Security department —

minute

them royals — together with the ‘Mixed Council’,

Dyme couple

a NOBODY for a

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

boys… soon to be

Brothers...

and a

life, they declared after

Mum asked, completely snapping me out of

— coming from the headache, which was an aftermath of the recalls — before flashing a

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

the painful headache after my recollections, Mum shot me

it still hurt, when you remember?” She inquired cautiously

bit, but it's not like before.”

she took her hand off of me and went back on the

Great! Another lie.

her to dwell on

asserted with a frown, “It's giving me a heart

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

the restrictions when using

which earned me a hard glare

bit

catching the action, let out another sigh. Then, her deeper shade of green

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 you my human daughter.” She

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

I never knew Mum was actually observing me so

she hit all my delicate

always thought that I should do better at everything. That I should be formal

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

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

well-mannered kid; sensitive, careful,

that it's the only way of giving back to the family who accepted me; seeing that being decent avoids problems and spares the old

a little

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

them back and eventually,

does sound like a lot of work for

the person who

always work for

earning a spot in their life, earning that 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

good to be

of exhaustion so I could reach their level, made myself

did

recalled inside my

be too hard on yourself. You've proven yourself

guess Mum is

— TOO 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 to do my

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