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,”

I’d break her

called her name and she turned to her with a

run off, I pulled her back

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

a new necklace that was

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

to press 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,

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

kissed my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

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

was really home to

workshop today and I was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum and walk to my mom’s place

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

grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed but as soon as I walked in, I

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

that I needed was in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration and I

up a pencil and sat in front of the easel

to even hold the

fan but I needed help and my mother had told me not

picked up on

surprised

I ask you a question, Dr.

me Zack and you’re free to

trying to do something I’ve not done in a long time because of what I confided in you about and I find

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

helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would