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

turned to her with a huge smile

before she could run off, I pulled her back to

get to live our lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The next time

necklace that was around her neck. “I’ll press

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

he’ll be there…” She signaled for me

necklace back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away

kissed my cheek. “Yes,

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“Bye,”

As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy, held

was really home

trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum and walk to

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

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

me open my eyes to a brilliant, 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 easel,

equipment that I needed was in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration and I didn’t want to waste any more

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

do was struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation

fan but I needed help and my

on

Angela, I’m surprised

you a question,

Zack and you’re free

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

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

I was actually