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

here,” one of her friends called her name and she turned to

off, I

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 shouldn’t have heard that. The next time you see her, call for help. What would you

necklace that

seen the necklace before and it came to me as a

be there…” She signaled for me to come down to her level. With confusion not hidden from my

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

my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

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

was really home to

dragging my feet more 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 to tum and walk to my mom’s place but I was also determined

got home, I stood in front of the studio for what appeared to be an

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

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

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

in front of the easel to at least make a

fingers kept on trembling and all I could do was struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation and ran my fingers through

I wasn’t his biggest fan but I needed

picked up on

Angela, I’m surprised you called

ask you a question, Dr.

me Zack and you’re free to ask

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

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

somewhat helpful to me. I was actually