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 plastic surgeon

her friends called her name and she turned

could run off,

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.

new necklace that

it came to me

there…” She signaled for me to come down to her level. With confusion not hidden from my face, I did, “he’ll be there in

helped her tuck the necklace back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you

kissed my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

she said so curtly I was taken aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of

was really home to

be going into the artist’s workshop today and I was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum

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

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

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

was in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration

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

and all I could do was struggle to even hold the pencil.

I wasn’t his biggest fan but I needed help and my mother had

on the second

Angela, I’m surprised

I ask you a question, Dr.

me Zack and you’re free

time because of what

circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re scared your work, wouldn’t

might not really like him but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would be since I’d neglected drawing