A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret by Alphabetical B

Chapter 73

Angela’s POV

The following morning, as soon as I stood up from bed, I walked into Reina’s room to get her ready for her big day. My mom had promised to throw her a small party at her place with a few of Reina’s friends in attendance. In the past, we used to celebrate Reina’s birthday alone or if it was on a school day, we celebrated with her classmates in school. It was a big shift from where we were coming from and I’m sure she was happy.

T“Good morning, babes, Happy birth… The word became swollen in my neck as I opened the door and found Darius. in the room. He was sitting on the floor while helping Reina into her shoes and a new ball dress.

A whole Darius Darkwood was sitting on the bare floor helping his daughter to get ready. It was a sight for decades and it always warms my heart to see Darius being so available as a father. It was something I never imagined but even if I’d imagined it, my imagination would not have been this good.

“Good morning mama,”

“Morning babes,”

“Isn’t it too early to be dressed?” I asked no one in particular. I’d panicked yesterday night and ran away from Darius. It was my first time witnessing his dark side and I didn’t know how to react other than flee like a scared cat.

“Your mom’s waiting downstairs,”

“It’s still seven in the morning.”

“It’s eleven, Darius announced.

My eyes widened. “What?”

I walked to Reina’s bed checked the digital clock on the bedstand and saw that it was really eleven in the morning How was that possible? I slept all through the night and till eleven.

That was when I remembered that I had used some of my sleeping pills last night because I could feel my anxiety pulling in.

“But I remember setting my alarm to eight in the morning. Is it damaged?”

it. off You needed the sleep and I guess I wasn’t

have done that. It’s Reina’s big

“All done, Ree,”

ch*ek and I smirked. Why

“You’re welcome, Princess,

my mom downstairs. “Now she thinks I’m a terrible mother. I

doesn’t make

don’t want her to understand me. She’s six. She’s not supposed to. I want to

here when I’m to be

was wrong of me to have

at me. I knew he wanted to talk about what happened but I wasn’t ready to

I begged even though it sounded as if I

saw the real me and it scared you,”

me at first but I

didn’t charge at you,

“What?”

how he

more surprised at his words than I’d been at his

always like that,”

but sometimes it gets in control

happens then? When

That’s a piece of information you should

want to know. I want to know

try to know. It’ll create a rift between

you’re ready to tell me, I won’t

it was the best I could think of as a threat to make him talk. He k*ssed my hair, brushed

blue gown that clung to my curves and paired it with a set of elegant black stilettos that made my leg appear longer.