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,”

at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic surgeon would

her friends called her name and she turned to

before she could run off, I

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

brought out a new necklace that was around her neck. “I’ll

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

button while counting to ten and he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to come down to her

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

kissed my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

curtly I was taken aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got

was really

home, dragging my 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

home, I stood in front of the studio for what appeared to

at the count of three, I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed but as

blue and ochre, with soft, natural light entering through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes of paint. Canvases

needed was in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a

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

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

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

on the second

surprised you

I ask you

and

a long time because of what I confided

circumstances you find yourself

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