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,”

jaw. If I saw Daisy at that moment, I swear that I’d break her nose so bad no plastic

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

before she could run off, I pulled

for what she said. She cannot dictate how you and I get to live our lives. What she said

brought out a new necklace that was around her neck.

to me as a surprise. “who gave

he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to come down to

I helped her tuck the necklace back behind her clothes. “You should do that too but when

my cheek. “Yes,

Chapter 82

“Bye,”

friends. As soon as she got to them, the three of them including one

was really home to

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

stood in front of the studio for what appeared to be an hour. I paced a little, sat down, and tried rethinking

I grabbed the doorknob and opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed but as soon as

scent made me open my eyes to a brilliant, yet beautiful 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 wall. Brushes of all shapes and sizes, as well as an easel, were in the center of

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

sketch first, I picked up a pencil and sat in front

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

I needed help and my

on the second

Angela, I’m surprised you

ask you a question, Dr.

me Zack and you’re free

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

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

was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my drawings would be since I’d neglected drawing for