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 saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her

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

she could run off, I pulled her back

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,

necklace that was around her

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

to press this red button while counting to ten and he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to

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

kissed my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

I was taken aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got to

was really home to

than usual, I knew I would be going into the artist’s workshop today and I was trying to take

studio for what appeared to be an hour.

t the 3,2,1 formula and without thinking at the count of three, I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into

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

Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of

make a sketch first, I picked up a pencil and sat in front of the easel to at least make a stroke or

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

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

up on the

Angela, I’m surprised you

I ask you a question,

Zack and

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

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

but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would be since I’d neglected drawing for so