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,”

clenched my jaw. If I saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic surgeon would take up

name and she turned to her with a huge smile on her face

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

She cannot dictate how you and I get to live our lives. What she said was mean and

out a new necklace that

came to me as a surprise. “who

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

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

my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

theet with her friends. As soon

pack was really home

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

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

without thinking 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 was hit with the smell of lavender

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

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

front of the easel to at least

do was struggle to even hold

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

up on the

surprised you called

ask you a

and you’re

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

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 tried again. Why don’t you try

somewhat helpful to me. I was actually