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

her name and she turned to her with a huge smile on her

ma…” before she could run off,

was 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

new necklace that was around her

before and it 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

“You should do that too but when you see Daisy, walk away from

my

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“Bye,”

was taken aback. She was really eager to go theet with her friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one boy, held hands and walked into the school

was really

I knew I would be going into the artist’s workshop today and I was trying to

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

thinking at the count of three, I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed

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 placed against the

was missing. It spoke of a language of

sat in front of the easel to at

was struggle to even hold the pencil.

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

up on the second

surprised you called

I ask you a

me Zack and

long time because of what I confided in you about and

for the circumstances you find yourself or maybe you’re scared your work, wouldn’t be perfect even if you tried again.

him but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would be since