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,”

that I’d break her nose so bad

of her friends called her name and she turned to her with a huge smile on her face and started

ma…” before she could run off,

she said

a new necklace that was around her neck.

and it came to

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. Don’t listen

my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

theet with her friends. As

was really home

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

studio for what appeared to be an hour. I paced a little, sat down, and tried

doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room with my

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

was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration

front of the easel to at least make

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

biggest fan but I needed help and my mother had

on the

surprised you called

ask you a question,

Zack and you’re free

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

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

really like him but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would be since I’d neglected