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

she turned to her with a huge

run off, I

What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The next time you see her, call

necklace that was around her neck. “I’ll

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

be there…” She signaled for me to

back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you

kissed my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

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

was really

back 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 mind was so ready to

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

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 smell of lavender and

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

place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a

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

even hold the pencil. Idropped

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

on the

surprised you called

you a

me Zack and you’re free to

in a long time because of what

It might be fear of not committing to your work when you should’ve or maybe you’re blaming yourself for the circumstances you find yourself or

was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually