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 bad

she turned to her with

off, I pulled her

was wrong for what she said. She cannot dictate how you and I get to live our lives. What she said

brought out a new necklace that

to me as a surprise. “who gave you

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

the necklace back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away from her. Don’t listen to

my cheek. “Yes,

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she

was really

feet more than usual, I knew I would be going into the artist’s workshop today and I was trying to take my time. My mind

front of the studio for what appeared to be an hour. I paced a little, sat down,

formula and without thinking at the count of three, I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room

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

the equipment that I needed was in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a

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

struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of

Dr. Zack. I wasn’t his biggest fan but I needed help and my mother had told me

picked up on the second

I’m surprised

you

call me Zack and you’re free to

a long time because of what I confided in you

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

was actually worried about how my drawings would be since