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 nose so bad no plastic surgeon would take up the job

turned to her with a

she could run off, I pulled

lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The next

new necklace that

to me as a surprise. “who

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 be there in five

back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away from her.

my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy, held hands and walked

was really

I was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum

time I got home, I stood in front of the studio for what appeared to be an hour. I paced a little, sat down, and tried rethinking my

opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed but as soon

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

spoke of a language of inspiration

and sat in front of the easel to at least make a stroke or something but

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

wasn’t his biggest fan but I

on

Angela, I’m surprised you called

I ask you a question, Dr.

Zack and you’re

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

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

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