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,”

moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so

called her name and she turned to her with a huge smile

before she could run off, I pulled

how you and I get to live our lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The

out a new necklace that

and it came to me as a

button while counting to ten and he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to come down to her level. With confusion not hidden from my face, I did, “he’ll

smiled. I helped her tuck the necklace back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy,

my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

taken 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 hands and

really home to

artist’s workshop today and I was trying to take my time.

I stood in front of the studio for what appeared to be an

formula 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

made me open my eyes to a brilliant, 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

in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration and I didn’t want to waste

a sketch first, I picked up a pencil and sat in front of the easel to at least make

to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation

but I needed help and my mother had told me not

on the

surprised you

I ask you a

Zack and you’re free to

something I’ve not done in a long time because of what

your head, Angela. It might 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 perfect even if you tried again. Why don’t you try letting go of everything and anything and just

really like him but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about