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 they pushed me to

was white, tiled, and clean; It looked more like an interrogation

voices. I

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

because I saw love and admiration in their eyes whenever they made eye

one I didn't receive from ‘him’,

they are called the Dyme

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

royals arrived a minute ago, asking how was I

— together with the ‘Mixed Council’,

the Dyme couple said ACCEPTED…

wanted a NOBODY for a child…

two mentioned that I should call

three boys… soon to

Brothers...

mom and a

a new life, they declared

baby?” I heard Mum asked, completely snapping me

headache, which

“Yes Mama, I'm fine.”

about the painful headache after my recollections, Mum shot me a

She inquired cautiously

like before.” I lied, trying to sound

off of me and went back on the pan in

Great! Another lie.

dwell on it... I

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

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

the

which earned

immediately bit my

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

all feel like it's not fair if we acknowledge you like that.” Mum started, flashing me a small smile, “I know you don't believe me when I say that you are worth it. But do trust me when 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, “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 declared, engulfing me into

know by now I hate being sensitive in front of my family.

was

definitely, she hit all

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

because I have to, but because I need to in order for my relationship with

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

be a well-mannered kid;

giving back to the family who accepted me; seeing that being decent avoids problems

just a

to admit that I've been involved with some ‘minor’ fights. Mostly about my adoption or existence in the community, these past few years. Too bad for

fought them back and eventually,

like a lot of work for just filling

was the person who takes

I always

to be called as a DYME, is considered a big

royal throne. And

just too good

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

did for

words recalled inside my head, halting me

PERFECT just the way you are so please, don't be

Mum is

be blindsided by the idea that I must be ready for the ‘daughter

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