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 swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic surgeon would

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

off, I pulled

lives. What she said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard that. The next time you see her, call for help.

that was around

before and it came to

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

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

kissed my

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“Bye,”

aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as

really home

the artist’s workshop today and I was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum and walk to my mom’s place but

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

try t the 3,2,1 formula and 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 and sweet

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

spoke of a language of inspiration and I didn’t want to waste

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

could do was struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation and ran my fingers through

wasn’t his biggest fan but I needed

up on the second

Angela, I’m surprised you called

you

call me Zack and you’re free to ask

because of what I confided in you about and I find my fingers

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 and just

to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings