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

day, leaving you drained and

long time before we get to that lesson.

to my mom’s house, she excitedly waved at

our pace. I wasn’t

asked about

to you too, Mother,”

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

was your therapy session with

in my stomach. I froze at the

it?” I asked rhetorically.

couldn’t reach you and I guessed it must have been about a session. Or why else would my daughter be seeing my therapist?”

“Not sure where you’re heading with the

going on with you and

“What?”

fruit jar and walked into the kitchen to wash it.

getting back

why do you ask?”

been talk around the pack. People are gossiping about your

gossip. Does it

I know you guys have a child together but the earlier you define your relationship,

you liked Darius,”

ou want

wasting your time. I know he wants you back in his life. You should make up your mind if you him back in

don’t? Do you think he’ll let me

are you so desperate and

out there, mom. I get it that werewolves take a bigger percentage of the world’s population now but the human world

up to me, placed her

question her sudden switch in the conversation. “I won’t stop you if you want to stay or

don’t know, mom. I’m confused,”

your time

my head sideways.

“Thanks, mom,

snapped her fingers. “Brit

“Wait! What?”

You should

Holy fuck!

a long time, I forgot I had a sister. A younger sister. She was two years younger than I was and unfortunately, we hated each other. We couldn’t stand in each other’s presence without trying to kill the other person.

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