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,”

break her nose so bad no

she turned to her with a

could run off, I pulled

wrong for what she said. She cannot dictate how you and I 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

came to me as a surprise. “who

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

her clothes. “You should do that too but when you

kissed my

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

theet with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the

pack was really home

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

home, I stood in front of the studio for what appeared to be

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

blue and ochre, with soft, natural light entering through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes of paint.

was missing. It spoke of a language

front of the easel to at least make a

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

but I needed help and my mother

picked up on

surprised you

I ask you a question, Dr.

Zack and you’re

because of what I confided in you about and I find

work when you should’ve or maybe you’re blaming yourself for the circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re scared

somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings