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...

of that cell. I was expecting to be left alone but

more like

voices. I

then. Both standing closed to each other;

I saw love and admiration in

didn't receive from ‘him’,

they are

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

them royals arrived a minute ago, asking

with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared I

the Dyme couple

for

mentioned that

boys… soon to

Brothers...

mom and a

a new life, they declared after

I heard Mum asked, completely snapping me out of my

blinked a few tears away — coming from the headache, which was an aftermath of the recalls — before flashing a lovely smile at

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

headache after my

you remember?” She inquired cautiously while brushing my

not like before.” I lied, trying to sound convincing.

her hand off of me and went back on the

Great! Another lie.

I don't want her to dwell on

that Lily.” She asserted with a frown, “It's giving me

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

she warned, cutting me off, “You know the

I argued which earned me

immediately bit

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

trust me when I tell you that you belonged in this family, that you are a Dyme, Legaxy. You are PERFECT

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

Mum was

hit all

child, I always thought that I should do better at everything. That I should be formal and behave as

to, but because I need to in order

and act properly; ensuring that I speak the words correctly, dress elegantly, and even made the effort to fix my walk —

well-mannered

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 old

just a little

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

fought them

everything, it does sound like a lot of work for just

person

always work

in their life, earning that RIGHT to be called as a DYME, is considered a big

is next in line to the royal throne. And to be shoved into that mix

good

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

did

recalled inside my head,

the way you are so please, don't be

guess Mum is

idea that I must be ready for the ‘daughter position’ as if it was work that I needed to do my utmost best

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