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

my tongue before I could control it. I bit down

that.

you?” She asked

back. That nod was a big

under the rules of their Alpha without having a mind of their home. Where I came from, there might be a lot of rules but you had a choice not to

childhood like?” She asked. She sat on a stool and asked me to sit opposite

“My what?”

in front of us, carefully positioning them as an artist would before beginning a

What was it

be like? Does

answer, try

“Paint what out?”

Chapter 147

Your childhood.”

her stool and began painting. She smiled at me and encouraged me to

I don’t paint,”

told her. She shrugged. “Me neither but trust me, this is 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

at the mention

looked back at the canvas. Maybe it wasn’t vanity to have a little fun. Trying it out

was my childhood

hadn’t done it before but as Commander Mika said, it doesn’t have to be perfect, it could

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

this time.

of nowhere, the door was suddenly thrown open. When I said thrown open, I didn’t mean just pushed, I meant dislocated from his hinges

and scary. His

front of me, blocking me from his line

Thorne, she growled.