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,”

clenched my jaw. If I saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic surgeon would take up the job of

name and she turned to her with a

run off, I pulled her back

she said was mean and you shouldn’t have

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

it came to me as a surprise.

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

I helped her tuck the necklace back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away from her. Don’t

kissed my cheek.

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

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

really home to

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

studio for what appeared to be an hour. I paced a little, sat down, and tried

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

sheer curtains 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 an easel,

equipment that I needed was in place. Nothing was missing. It spoke of a language of inspiration

I picked up a pencil and sat in front of the easel to at least

even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation and ran my fingers through

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

on

I’m surprised you

you

me Zack and you’re free

because of

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 and

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