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,”

jaw. If I saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad

here,” one of her friends called her name and she turned to her with a huge smile on her face and started

off, I pulled her back to

I get to live our lives. What she said was mean and you

that was around

necklace before and it came to me as a surprise.

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

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

kissed my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

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

really home

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

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

the count of three, I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into

room was painted in cobalt blue and ochre, with soft, natural light entering through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes of paint.

Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration and I

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

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 my

fan but I needed help and my mother had told me not to hesitate before getting

picked up on the

Angela, I’m surprised you

you

Zack and

do something I’ve not done in a long time because of what

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 be perfect even if you tried again. Why don’t you try letting go of everything and anything

somewhat helpful to me. I was actually