A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret by Alphabetical B

Chapter 82

Angela’s POV

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Two days ago, we returned back to the pack. This particular morning, I woke up feeling strangely enthusiastic about drawing and painting again. A part me felt it was about time to get back to the drawing board. I didn’t know if I still had it in me to be who I used to be but there wasn’t a harm in ever trying.

After getting Reina ready for school, I made her a quick breakfast and took her to school.

“Mama, are you happy?” Reina suddenly asked as we got to the school’s gate,

I frowned, “What are you talking about? I am happy”

She only shrugged. “I just want you to be always happy,”

“The same way I want you to be always happy. Are you happy Reina?” I asked her.

“Yes, mama. I have you, I have daddy, I have grandma and I have aunt Brit and I also have friends, Mark, Julle…. she went ahead to start listing probably all of her classmates and I couldn’t stop the smile that plastered itself on my face.

“I’m glad you’re happy, Reina,”

She nodded. “Aunt Daisy said she would be happy if you leave the pack,”

My ears suddenly p r c k e d up. “When did she say that?”

She began counting her fingers. “I don’t know but it’s been long ago. That time she took me for ice cream,”

“Was it when we first arrived here?” I asked her.

“Yes, mama,”

I saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic surgeon would take up

name and she turned to

could run off, I pulled her

What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that.

a new necklace that was

and it came to me as a surprise.

this red button while counting to ten and he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to come down to her level.

should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away from her. Don’t listen to whatever she says, okay

kissed my cheek. “Yes,

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy, held hands and walked into the school

pack was really home to

I knew I would be going into the artist’s workshop today and I was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum and

in front of the studio for what appeared to be an

grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed but as

in cobalt blue and ochre, with soft, natural light entering through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes of paint. Canvases of various sizes were placed against the wall.

Nothing was missing. It spoke of a

up a pencil and sat in front of the easel to at least make a stroke or something but

fingers kept on trembling and all I could do was struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it

fan but I needed

picked up on the second

Angela, I’m surprised you

ask you a

call me Zack and you’re free to ask

long time because of what I confided in you about

committing to your work when you should’ve or maybe you’re blaming yourself for the circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re scared your work, wouldn’t be perfect even

somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would