RomanceTeen & Young AdultScience Fiction & Fantasy

Born Regal

Alex Fox

For Anya Chase, finding out the identities of her real parents has never mattered. Her “real” mom is the woman who found her when she was a baby and loves her as if she were her own. She couldn’t have asked for a better life, so the day she leaves for college is heartbreaking… Until she meets a strange man on a plane who declares her to be a vampire—and a powerful one at that! Now she has to decide whether to lie to her mother or admit she’s a vampire queen!

Age Rating: 18+

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RomanceTeen & Young AdultScience Fiction & Fantasy

Born Regal

Alex Fox

For Anya Chase, finding out the identities of her real parents has never mattered. Her “real” mom is the woman who found her when she was a baby and loves her as if she were her own. She couldn’t have asked for a better life, so the day she leaves for college is heartbreaking… Until she meets a strange man on a plane who declares her to be a vampire—and a powerful one at that! Now she has to decide whether to lie to her mother or admit she’s a vampire queen!

Age Rating: 18+

1: Romance

ANYA

“Tell me again. How did he say it?”

My mother, Petunia, giggled like a schoolgirl, pushing back her frizzy orange hair that, despite being in pigtails, stubbornly kept falling over her shoulder as she made us cocoa.

It was a chilly night, though my mother still claimed the night she found me to be the coldest one she had ever endured in the big city.

That's right. NYC baby–though we were thankfully not smack dab in the middle of it.

My mother and I lived in the slightly nicer parts of town away from the giant buildings with our apartment above a little organic homeopathic shop.

We used to share a room but right about the time I hit puberty and began to bleed, my mom had decided it was time to let me have the bedroom.

In her opinion I was a young woman now and young women like me needed their own space.

So, she turned the tiny room she used for sewing into a half bedroom for herself that was barely large enough to fit a bed in.

Despite my protests, she gave me the bigger room that even a week of sulking on the couch hadn't fixed. My mom was more stubborn than I ever could be.

Some people think it's weird that we shared a room for so long, but I have had severe night terrors since I was an infant. I had only grown out of them the year before we separated rooms.

To be honest, I couldn't even remember them by the time I woke up, but I always remembered how scared I was waking up drenched in sweat.

Thankfully, they didn't return with the change in sleeping arrangements.

“Okay, so I put the pancakes down in front of him. He had his badge on and I asked if there was anything else I could get for him. And–”

Her cheeks flamed as she grabbed the milk half fanning herself with the other hand.

“And?!” I prompted trying to coax an answer out of her, practically standing out of my chair to lean forward over the counter.

My mother giggled, swaying her hips a bit.

“I think I still need your number ma'am.” She purred in a deep tone looking over her shoulder batting her lashes slowly making us both burst out in a fit of giggles.

Once she set my cocoa in front of me and I finally wiped the tears from my eyes, a grin permanently stuck on my face, I asked, “So does that mean he's going to call you?”

“Well, he kind of stayed after my shift so we sat and talked for a while…”

“That's why you weren't home before I was in bed.” I gasped, setting my mug down and covering my mouth for added effect. “Mother, you didn't go home with that man, did you?”

We had the birds and bees talk a while ago–not that I had bothered to participate in those kinds of activities.

I had gotten close at one point, but once online distance learning became a thing due to the virus. I had graduated without a boyfriend that ended up screwing his neighbor three days before graduation.

Not that it really mattered anyways since we didn't have walking partners…or any real graduation for that matter.

My mother and I both called him Fuck Boy now whenever we referred to he who shall not be named. She was supportive like that, which is one of the many reasons why I love her.

She nearly had cocoa shoot out of her nose as she sputtered at my shocked mock tone. “No, I didn't go home with him. We just talked, and now I have a date tomorrow night.”

Her chin lifted slightly in a proud manner as she pointed to herself. I had certainly inherited her shyness–so I understood how proud she was of herself on landing a date let alone talking to him.

I was pretty proud of myself too when I had managed to land a boyfriend, and then the universe reminded me why freaks like me don't have boyfriends.

“Tomorrow night? As in I get to order take out and pig out without you judging me as I eat my noodles this time?” I asked, tapping my chin with a satisfied smirk.

“You mean stuff your face like some sort of monster?” My mother asked blandly, tapping on her mug as she gave me the stink eye.

She consistently reminded me of my bad manners when it came to noodles–or take out for that matter.

Realistically though me and noodles just didn't get along, it was shovel them all in before they began falling out of my mouth.

“It's not like I'm concerned about my figure. I'm planning on game design. That means I will be a hermit in a basement, and it doesn't matter how pudgy or pimple faced I get.” I said with a small, satisfied grin.

It's not that I didn't take care of my appearance; my mom called me a natural beauty. I was pretty sure all moms like mine would say that though. You know the non-critical loving kind.

The few friends I had introduced her to had loved her, but of course now that we were all grown it was just me and my mom most days.

Overall, I wasn't horrible looking, if a bit on the plumper side

I had a small tummy roll, soft arms and legs, my hair was dyed a comfortable inky black, my skin pale from the lack of sun the last year or so along with bright ice blue eyes that made me look entirely washed out.

I had tried bleaching and dying my hair once–it hadn't gone well.

Scary cat orange was not the new blond, and other colors didn't suit me so finally I just started covering it in black dye over the rest of my fried hair.

Though to be fair, my mother and I were not good with directions and chemicals. My natural color was kind of a rusty auburn brown that only added to my freckle collection.

At one point I had thought about going into fashion instead of tech work. Turns out though, that corsets and pants aren't exactly the latest trend and making a corset was a pain in the ass.

It made me feel like a bad ass when I used to cosplay as a vampire my freshmen years–but I got out of that phase after my mother refused to let me go to any of the events with my friends.

I was to be indoors in a safe place when it was dark. So, hanging out had to be gaming through the night online.

I was pretty sure my curfew that she still insisted on even now was just to her paranoia of me freezing to death since she found me as a baby. Home before dark and do not go out once the sun has set.

That was the rule–no matter what age I was. Period. Which made it really hard to even be semi cool in high school when you can't even go over for slumber parties. It just screams weird kid.

Needless to say, I planned on partying it up once I was in college after hours. I reasoned with myself that it would be safer.

Oregon wasn't exactly a big city so the likelihood of being mugged was down. At least, in my mind. Plus, I was a little more capable than when I was an infant, after all.

My mother sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Fine order in, do what you want with your summer money. Blow it on your video games for all I care, but don't whine to me when you need more money for food while you're at college.”

I rolled my eyes. We both knew I was better at budgeting than she was. Thankfully I had gotten on a coupon kick for a bit when the pandemic hit.

My mom was beside herself–not working for months at a time. Crying at night. She was certain we were going to get kicked out. There weren't any jobs and we were so behind on our rent.

They also shut off our power for a few days, despite there being government orders to supposedly prevent that sort of thing before we finally got some stimulus money and unemployment was beefed up.

We still had to wear face masks now until they had enough vaccines out but the restrictions were getting looser and looser. It felt like there was finally an ending to the chaos.

I had managed to make some money online with gaming and when the rest of the stimulus money came, I managed to keep us afloat and out of debt–somehow.

Mom finally found another job cleaning houses for a while and caring for the elderly part time to make up for missing bills that weren't covered by unemployment.

Once the diner opened back up and mom was making the management wage again, I began to use my money to save for college.

And, occasionally, Pad Thai from Mr. Chang's around the corner.

“You wouldn't let me starve.” I said, rolling my eyes, drinking some of my cocoa. Perfect as always. “So do I have to call him Dad if you bring him over. Or Officer?”

“You're incorrigible. Go get your own love life.”

“I did. Didn't go so well.” I replied, trying not to be mopey but my tone telling her all she needed to know.

“Is Fuck Boy still messaging you?”

I nodded, frowning. “He keeps saying how sorry he is and wants to have coffee before I leave.”

“Starbucks or Andwellas?” My mother asked grilling me, her eyes full of suspicion that I would crumble and give in.

“Starbucks.” I replied, rolling my eyes. Andwellas was a favorite coffee shop of mine that also had fresh teas. It was probably about as expensive as Starbucks but he thought it was weird.

“Clearly he's not that sorry then.” My mother pointed out before finishing her mug as well. “Movie night?”

“Sure.” I shrugged.

I didn't know what I was going to do without her once I was in the dorms. Already I knew I'd be one of those girls that called their mom's every night. Honestly, I didn't care if it made me lame.

I loved my mom.

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