I Welcome Your Rejection: Angel Kings’ Proud Mate novel Chapter 82

Ira’s POV

The White Angel is almost as handsome as his sons. It feels awkward to have to shake his hand while in the arms of his son. My tired father even looks most awkward while standing by Tiras who is about four feet taller

“Your face reflects the beauty of your heart,” he compliments, pecking the back of my hand instead of shaking it.

He is surprisingly not arrogant. For someone who posses formidable powers I had expected to notice a sense of pride. He is however without it.

“It’s an honour to meet you, sir,” I say.

“I too had looked forward to meeting you, Ira. You transformed my sons into better persons in every way. Now they are fit to rule any kingdom. All thanks to you,” he says.

I had no idea I had done all that. It is relieving to hear that he trusts that his don’s have indeed changed for the better, because I know that they won’t be letting my father and I alone walk away in search of our own safe haven.

Our enemies are all dead. I wonder if it’s true that the tiny pile of ash left on the floor is what really remains of the dark angel or they are lying to me.

I notice a ray of bright light travel from the white angel’s hand to mine. My muscles regain strength, like I have eaten a ton of food. His powers are amazing. Is there a lucky woman that was ever married to him?

“Thank you. I had missed not being a heavy burden,” I say in genuine gratitude.

“You could do nothing and still be the most valuable woman. Life is a lot easier when you accept help,” Adon says.

I agree. My life was without much help for so long that I learned to not expect any. I also decided that no other person thought I was worth their help. Now getting help feels strange, like I cannot connect with my helper’s thoughts. I wonder how I can go back to being more open-minded now that I may have finally found unconditional love.

“Where is Aruin?” I ask.

I have lost Lior who I thought was my best friend but wasn’t. Unlike him Aruin is a Sincarion who cannot lie. I can trust him always. On top of my mates and father, I know I need a close friend.

“When the golden wolves attacked we made it possible for him to escape as there was no assurance that we would win. He must be on his way to Lordsland as we speak,” Tiras replies.

They have changed indeed. The kings I first met wouldn’t have cared about the life of a Sincarion.

“Now that my brother is forever gone, I must leave your world before an hour an hour ends. You should be fine if you maintain pure hearts. No evils will prevail over you,” the white angel informs.

“Why do you have to leave? You hate this world or us?” Adon asks in a sad tone.

Their father strides closer and pulls him into his arms. “I care for you more than you can imagine. That’s why I have to leave. To give you a chance to earn a life in a better world after your death. If I stay this will be your last life,” he says.

His surprised son pulls back. “Does this also apply to our wife and her father? There is no day we will be better people than them.”

“It applies to every person of pure heart,” the white angel answers. Hugging his next son, Tiras, then my father. “You’re wiser than any woman I have met. Don’t just be a wife to my sons, be their light,” he mutters as he hugs me and Ronen at once.

“I promise to reprimand them everyday,” I say and everyone chuckles.

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