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,”

clenched my jaw. If I saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her

one of her friends called her name and she turned to her with a huge smile on her face and

could run off, I pulled her

live our lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The next time you see her, call for help. What would you do when

brought out a new necklace that was around her neck.

came to me as a

press this red button while counting to ten and he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to

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

my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy, held

really

home, dragging my feet more than usual, I knew I would be going into the artist’s workshop today and I was trying to take my

appeared to be

and without thinking at the count of three, I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed but as soon as I walked in, I was hit with the smell of

yet beautiful space. The room was painted 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. Brushes of all shapes

the equipment that I needed was in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration and I didn’t want

picked up a pencil and sat in front of the easel

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

thinking twice, I called Dr. Zack. I wasn’t his biggest fan but I needed help and my mother had

on the second

surprised you

you

me Zack and you’re

to do something I’ve not done in a long time because of what I confided in you about and

be fear of not 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

really like him but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would be