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 no plastic surgeon would take up the job of fixing

name and she turned to her with a huge smile

she could run off, I

She cannot dictate how you and I get to live our lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The next time you see her, call for help. What would

new necklace that

before and it came to me

did. He said to press this red button while counting to ten and he’ll be there…” She signaled for me

back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away from her. Don’t listen to whatever

kissed my cheek. “Yes,

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy,

pack was really

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

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

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

brilliant, yet beautiful space. The room was painted in cobalt blue and ochre, with soft, natural light entering through sheer curtains that were adorned

missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration and

sat in front of the easel to

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

his biggest fan but I needed

on the second

I’m surprised

ask you a question,

Zack and you’re free to ask

a long time because of what I confided in you about and I find my

possible it’s all in your head, Angela. 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 maybe you’re

was actually worried about how my drawings would be since I’d neglected drawing