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.

of good in

and

before I could control it. I bit down on my tongue

that.

you?” She asked me with a

smiled back. That nod was a

were a bunch of liars, Lunas gave fake hopes, and packs were just living 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

asked. She sat on a stool and

“My what?”

front of us, carefully positioning them as an artist would before beginning a masterpiece. Then, she handed

childhood. What

frowned. What was childhood supposed to be like? Does things like

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

“Paint what out?”

Chapter 147

Your childhood.”

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

I don’t paint,”

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

at the

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

what was my childhood

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

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

wasn’t stubborn this time. I did

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

in, looking sinister and scary. His eyes were red. I mean,

Commander Mika came in front of me, blocking me from

Thorne, she growled.