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,”

If I saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so

and she turned to her with a huge smile on

before she could run off, I pulled

and I get to live our lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard

new necklace that was

before and it came to me as

ten and he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to come down to her level. With

too but when you see Daisy, walk away

kissed my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

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

really home to

was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum and walk to my mom’s place but I was also determined

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

walked into the room with my eyes closed but as soon as I walked in, I was

made 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 against the wall. Brushes of all shapes and sizes, as well as an easel, were

missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration

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

struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation and ran my fingers through my

but I needed help and

on the

surprised

ask you a question, Dr.

me Zack and you’re free

time because of what I confided in you about and I

yourself for the circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re scared your work, wouldn’t be

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