A Love Reawakened The Alpha’s Regret by Alphabetical B

Chapter 147

BOOK 2 CHAPTER 17

Do you want to go in Commander Mika asked.

We were still standing in front of the door for reasons best known to each of us. I knew why I was there but I still didn’t understand why Commander Mika was standing there with me.

I turned to her. “What?” I asked her again. It wasn’t as though I didn’t hear her the first time but I was so deep in thoughts I wanted to confirm if 1 heard what I thought I heard.

“I asked if you wanted to go in, she repeated.

“Where?”

She pointed at the door and laughed. Why was she being nice and friendly to me? I’d seen her interact with others. She didn’t usually smile so much at them. She was strict but mostly professional. She was good at her duty as the second in command. I loved the fact that she was strong, fast, and could beat up five men without stressing too much. Also, she had great pride in her duty.

“It’s an art room. Only one person is currently using it. We’re looking for more art enthusiasts who would love to paint and draw here,”

She unlocked the door and we both walked in.

The smell of brushes, canvas, and paints hit me like a dream. It was a representation of a world I’d always loved but never had

to priviledge to touch. I and Ella shared one thing in common. It was our love for painting but I’d learned to suppress that part of me a long time ago.

“What do you think?” Mika asked.

I shook my head. “It’s plain, I lied.

It was beautiful and it was fucking brilliant. Some majestic artworks that were hung on the wall were the best I’d ever seen

it doesn’t matter that I’d only seen a few in books. It wasn’t until I got to this rogue pack that I’d seen artworks live on walls.

“I think it’s brilliant, Commander Mika complimented.

a lot of good

and

it. I bit down on my tongue and reprimanded myself for

that.

She asked

nodded and I smiled back. That

there was nothing good in the werewolf world. It’s all fucked up. Alphas were a bunch of liars, Lunas gave fake hopes, and packs were just living under the rules of their Alpha without having a

on a stool and asked me to sit

“My what?”

positioning them as an artist would before beginning a masterpiece. Then, she handed

childhood. What

What was childhood supposed to be like? Does things like that matter

know what, don’t give me an answer, try to paint it out, then, she

“Paint what out?”

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Your childhood.”

painting. She smiled at me and encouraged me to give it

I don’t paint,”

fun. The weirder whatever you paint is, the more we will laugh. It doesn’t even have to be good. It could be anything. I promise that you’ll want to come back to do this again. Everyone I’ve brought here, except for Rowan

at the mention

the canvas. Maybe it wasn’t vanity to have a

was my

as I could. I hadn’t done it before but as Commander Mika said,

though something was moving my

stubborn this time. I did as I

didn’t mean just pushed, I meant dislocated from his hinges

and scary. His eyes were red. I

me, blocking me from his line

Thorne, she growled.