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,”

Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic surgeon would take up the job of

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

off, I pulled her back

lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t

brought out a new necklace that

came to me as a surprise. “who gave

this red button while counting to ten and he’ll be 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

that too but when you

kissed my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

taken aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy, held hands and

pack was really

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

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

3,2,1 formula and without thinking at the count of 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

entering through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes of paint. Canvases of various sizes were placed

I needed was in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration and I didn’t

I picked up a pencil and sat in front of the easel to at least make a stroke or something but I

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

but I needed help and my mother had told me not

on

I’m surprised you called

ask you a question,

Zack and you’re free

trying to do something I’ve not done in a long time because of

work when you should’ve or maybe you’re blaming yourself for the circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re

me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would be since I’d