A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret by Alphabetical B

Chapter 59

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Angela’s POV

The Resistance!

After they burned down the warehouse, there was a deafening silence in the pack. A lot of people knew something was wrong or maybe something was going on but Darius tried as much as possible not to let on and that caused murmuring among the people.

They couldn’t voice out their opinion and that was probably what started the Resistance in the first place. Darius didn’t take the people’s opinions into account before he became their Alpha and out of fear, the people never told him they didn’t want him as their Alpha.

I tucked Reina’s shirt into her pink leather shorts as she sucked a finger. She was sleepy even though it was almost eleven in the morning and on a school day. I decided to let her skip school since she wasn’t as active as she used to be. I’d thought she would be pretty excited to see her grandma after a long time but for some reason, she wasn’t.

“What’s wrong, babes?” I caressed her chin as she managed to open her eyes to stare at me.

I’d taken her temperature carlier and it was normal. I didn’t want to panic but I was going to check us in at the hospital before taking her grandma’s house.

“Do you want to sleep?”

She shook her head. “Not sleepy, mama,“

“Then, what’s wrong? Tell me. Or do you want to not see Grandma today? We can do that tomorrow,” I assured her with a huge grin on my face..

“I miss Grandma,”

That meant she wanted to see her.

“Then, what’s wrong?”

“Uncle D… she hummed. Daddy. Did he leave?”

Her eyes watered as those words left her lips. Her lips in turn wobbled and she held my pinky finger.

“No, Reina. Uncle D didn’t leave us. He’s been busy with work and you’re usually asleep when he gets back That’s why you haven’t seen him.”

The light in her eyes sparkled again as she heard those words. They were reassuring enough for her, I guess.

Ever since the warehouse was burnt down, Darius had been very busy. I’d barely seen him around the house. The only thing I could hold on to was his scent which was usually left behind in my room and Reina’s room every morning. It’s been two weeks since the Resistance made themselves known and the tension hadn’t eased down since then.

“He’ll come back,” she reassured me or maybe herself.

“He never left, Babes,” I reassured her.

Reina and I, especially her, weren’t used to allowing people into our lives. It has been only the two of us all her life and I’d never had to deal with a situation like this. How was I supposed to explain to a five–year–old that people were shitty? They could up

leave one day, leaving you drained and

be a long time before we get to

to my mom’s house, she excitedly waved at everyone

Reina could run to her, I pulled her back and increased our pace. I

about

you too, Mother,”

hugged tightly before my mom took her by the hand and showed her the playroom she built

was your therapy session

I

it?” I asked

reach you and I guessed it must have been about a session. Or why

“Not sure where you’re heading with the question,”

on with you and Darius,

“What?”

fruit jar and walked into the kitchen to

guys getting back

do you

pack. People are gossiping about your intimate relationship with

Does

matters. I know you guys have a child together but the earlier you define

liked

ou want

he wants you back in

I don’t? Do you think he’ll let

are you so desperate and

werewolves take a bigger percentage of the world’s population now but the human world is amazing too and has more

placed her hand

be so proud of you, Angela, I wanted to question her sudden switch in the conversation. “I won’t stop you if you want to stay or leave but just be happy. Make decisions that’ll make you

mom.

be confused. Just take your time but don’t take too

my

“Thanks, mom,

her fingers. “Brit

“Wait!

Angela. You should come

Holy fuck!

we hated each other. We couldn’t stand in each other’s presence without trying to kill the other person. Even though I hadn’t spoken

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would still hate my guts, courtesy of what happened between us on the day I left the pack.