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 would take up the job of fixing

turned to her with a huge smile on her

ma…” before she could run off, I pulled her back to

wrong for what she said. She cannot dictate how you and I get to live our lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t

necklace that was around her neck. “I’ll press

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

signaled for me to come down

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

kissed my cheek. “Yes,

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

her friends. As soon as

was really home to

more 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 also

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

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

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

It spoke of a language of inspiration and I didn’t want to

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

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

fan but I needed help and my mother had told

up on the

I’m surprised you called

you a question,

me Zack and you’re

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

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

helpful to me. I was actually worried