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 no plastic surgeon would take up the

turned to her with a huge

run off, I pulled her back

said. She cannot dictate how you and 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

that was around her

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

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 confusion not hidden from

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

my

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“Bye,”

taken aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As

pack was really home to

than usual, 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 walk to my mom’s place but I was

got home, I stood in front of the studio for what appeared to be an hour. I

3,2,1 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 walked in, I was hit with the

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 shapes and sizes, as well as an easel, were in the

place. Nothing was missing. It spoke

in front of the easel to

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

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

picked up on

Angela, I’m surprised you

I ask you a

call me Zack and you’re free

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

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

might not really like him but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was