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

white, tiled, and clean; It looked more like

I heard voices

closed to each other; of course,

and admiration

didn't receive from ‘him’,

talked to me… they are called the Dyme Family.

head of the Security department —

them royals arrived a minute

— together with the ‘Mixed Council’, declared I

the Dyme couple said

for a child… weird

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

three boys… soon

Brothers...

mom and a

a new life, they declared after

I heard Mum asked, completely snapping me

from the headache, which

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

about the painful headache after my recollections, Mum

She inquired cautiously while

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

hand off of me and went back on the pan in front of her.

Great! Another lie.

want her to dwell

However, your brain should really stop doing that Lily.” She asserted with a frown, “It's giving me a

“But I can't help it, you know. It always wants to remind me how lucky I am, and that I should always

cutting me off, “You know the restrictions when

which earned me

bit my

another sigh. Then, her deeper shade of green

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,

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

Mum was actually observing me

hit all my delicate

at everything. That I should

to in order for my relationship

did my best on improving myself. I strived to look and act properly; ensuring that I speak the words correctly, dress elegantly,

well-mannered kid; sensitive, careful,

time, I truly believe that it's the only way of giving back to the family who accepted me; seeing that being decent avoids

just a little

few years. Too bad for them bullies though, I'm a bit of a fighter myself and when needed, I'm

them back and

lot of work for just filling in

person who takes things for

always work for

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

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

good

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

did

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

so please, don't be too hard on yourself. You've proven yourself enough to us,

Mum

hard — 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 utmost best so I can be qualified

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