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

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

could run off, I pulled her back to

lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The next time you see her, call for help. What would

out a new necklace that was around her

to me as a surprise.

he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to come down to

that too but when you see Daisy, walk away

kissed my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

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

really

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

what appeared to be an hour.

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

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

spoke of a language of inspiration and I

make a sketch first, I picked up a pencil and sat in front of the

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

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

picked up on the second

I’m surprised

you a question, Dr.

me Zack and you’re free

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

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 scared your work, wouldn’t be perfect even if you

somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how