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,”

her nose so bad no plastic surgeon would

and she turned to her with a huge smile on

ma…” before she could run off, I pulled her

get to live our lives. What she said

out a new necklace that was

to me

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

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,”

eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy, held hands and walked into

really home

and I was trying

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

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,

scent made 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, were in the center of

It spoke of a language of inspiration and I

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

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

twice, I called Dr. Zack. I wasn’t his biggest fan but I needed help and my mother had told me not to hesitate before getting

up on

surprised

you a question,

me Zack and you’re free to ask

a long time because of what I confided in

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 tried again. Why

was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually