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

called her name and she turned to her with a huge smile on her face and started

ma…” before she could run off, I pulled her back

live our lives. What she said was mean and you

necklace that was around her neck. “I’ll

seen the necklace before and it came to

he’ll be there…” She signaled for me to come down to her level. With

do that too but when you

kissed my cheek. “Yes,

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“Bye,”

I 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

really home

workshop today and I was trying to take my time. My mind was so ready to tum and walk to my mom’s

of the studio for what appeared to be an hour. I paced a little,

opened it. I walked into the room with my eyes closed but as soon as I walked in, I was hit with the

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

It spoke of a language of

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

do was struggle to even hold the pencil. Idropped it out of exasperation and ran my fingers

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

picked up on the

surprised you

I ask you

Zack and you’re free to

because of what I

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

might not really like him but his advice was somewhat helpful to me. I was actually worried about how my