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,”

my jaw. If I saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic surgeon

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

off, I

I get to live our lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The next time you see her, call for

new necklace that was around her

before and it came to me as a surprise. “who gave

this red 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,

do that too but when you see

kissed my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

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

was really home

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

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

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

through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes of paint. Canvases of various sizes were placed against

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

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

could do was struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation and ran

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

up on the second

Angela, I’m surprised you

you a question, Dr.

call me Zack and you’re free

time because of what I confided in

the circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re scared your work, wouldn’t be perfect even if you tried again.

like him but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would be since I’d neglected drawing for