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

and she turned to her with a

run off, I pulled

said was mean and you shouldn’t have heard

a new necklace that

to me as a surprise. “who

He said 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

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. “Yes,

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“Bye,”

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

pack was really home

and I was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum and walk to

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

decided to 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

ochre, with soft, natural light entering through sheer curtains that were adorned with splashes of

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

a pencil and sat in front of the easel to

could do was struggle to even hold the pencil.

thinking twice, I called Dr. Zack. I wasn’t his biggest fan but I needed help and my mother had told me not to

on the second

I’m surprised

ask you a question,

and you’re

trying to do something I’ve not done in a long time because of what I confided in you about

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 and just start from

me. I was actually worried about how my drawings