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

and

of my tongue before I could control it. I bit down on my tongue and reprimanded

that.

She asked me with a

nodded and I smiled back. That nod was a

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

your childhood like?” She asked. She sat on a

“My what?”

their easels in front of us, carefully positioning them as an artist would before beginning a masterpiece.

childhood. What was it

supposed to be like? Does things like that matter in the

what, don’t give me an answer, try to

“Paint what out?”

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Your childhood.”

sat on her stool and began painting. She smiled at me and encouraged

I don’t paint,”

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 though, enjoyed

her eyes at

at the canvas. Maybe it wasn’t vanity to have a little fun. Trying it out wouldn’t hurt,

my childhood like

but as Commander

it was as though something was moving my hand, teaching me how

wasn’t stubborn this time. I

open. When I said thrown open, I didn’t mean just pushed, I meant dislocated from his hinges and thrown to the other

Rowan walked in, looking sinister and scary. His eyes were red.

of me,

Thorne, she growled.