A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret by Alphabetical B

Chapter 115

Angela’s POV

The worst thing to prepare for is burying a loved one. I was just a wolf in my twenties, trying to navigate through the werewolf life and the human world. I didn’t have much experience but I knew how painful and joyful it was to bring life to this world. Trust me, nothing prepares a creature for the funeral of another life. It was as though something heavy was placed on my shoulder. Life became bitter and my heart ached at every passing moment.

I took a deep breath as I stared at the paper in front of me. I was trying to write down some things I believe we would need for Brit’s funeral but I couldn’t bring myself to write anything. Instead of ink on that paper, it was filled with tears.

Reina

ran down the stairs and I quickly cleaned my eyes before she noticed something was wrong.

“Be careful, babes. Don’t trip on that floor. The floor is still wet,”

I screamed behind her. She turned to look at me, smiled sheepishly, and began walking carefully.

Some kind–hearted neighbors came to my mom’s place to clean up. They were really helpful. I’d tried making my mom breakfast so she could eat something but she kept on staring into space and twirling the fork on the food. After the neighbors arrived, her mood got better and she was able to eat a little..

“You should stop staring at that paper, Angela,” my mother murmured from behind me.

“I thought you were resting,”

She had taken some pills so she could sleep through the afternoon.

“I was but then I had horrible nightmares and I had to get up from my bed,”

I nodded. Maybe it was normal to have bad dreams because of what happened.

“If there’s anything you want me to do mama, just tell me,”

She covered her face with her palm and heaved heavily. “You’re doing just fine, sweetheart. You’re doing more than enough,”

I nodded.

She pointed at the paper. “It’ll be a good idea to ask Darius for help with that,”

back from seeing Halle

saw me standing up from my

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stubborn for

I pushed

and she would kill to be near him every time. As far me. I was our

at the hospital Halle’s office was open and I could hear

minutes for the voices to subside. I didn’t want to keep on eavesdropping on

Hi Angela

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Halle,” I turned to the other person.

of the room, his jaw clenched and his face clocked with a deep frown.

alright?” I

looked down, sucked in a breath, and looked at me. “I don’t know, Angela. I’m kind of in a tight

offered me a seat which I

rude but I’m here for personal reasons. I would love

would be selfish of the to start bombarding you with useless

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useless. Nothing about

tears. “Thank you,” she

Are there any plans for

locker. “If you want us to do one, then we can, but I guess we

the murderer