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,”

her nose so bad no plastic surgeon would take up the job

turned to her with a huge smile on her face and started

could run off, I pulled her back to

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

new necklace that was around her neck. “I’ll

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

signaled for me to come down to her level.

back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away from her. Don’t listen to whatever she says, okay

my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three

was really

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

and opened it. I walked into

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

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

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

could do was struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation

his biggest fan but I needed help and my mother had told me not to hesitate

picked up on the

surprised you called

ask you

Zack and

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

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

was actually worried about how my drawings would be since I’d neglected drawing for so