The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 176

Epilogue: Natalie - The Beast and The Blessed

Natalie's P.O.V.

"You're doing great, Lincoln! Keep it up!" I yelled, trying to encourage my son as he faced his opponent.

Every kid had to go through it, the training, the placements, and the competitions. If he could win at least 3 out of his five rounds, he would move up to the next level training class. He had lost the last round, which had knocked his confidence down a notch, but he was still doing great.

He had been working hard, training extra. The pressure to impress his dad drove him forward, but he had to know by Killian's yelling and cheering that it didn't matter if he won or lost. Killian would always be his biggest fan.

I'd stand by my decision that I was the biggest, but if I was honest, Killian put me to shame. The man adored his kid, and even when Lincoln lost the last placement challenge, Killian cheered him on and told him how well he did, and Lincoln ate up every word.

I told him the same thing, but coming from me, he didn't hear a thing. Everything his father said was like it came from the mouth of the Goddess herself. Our son looked up to him and wanted to be just like him. It was adorable.

"Keep going! That's my boy!" Killian shouted proudly from beside me. I let out a sigh of adoration as the corners of Lincoln's mouth twitched up at the sound of his father's voice before he regained his composure, his eyebrows dropping as he focused.

’TAKE HIM TO THE GROUND, LINO!" Amara yelled angrily, on her feet, as her father glared at my son from next to her. She sure was a spitfire, and I had a feeling whoever she ended up with would be in for one hell of a ride.

Just like Joselin and Killian, Amara and Lincoln were best friends.

Amara was born three years before Lincoln. The day Joselin had her, I cried fat tears of joy.

There was some jealousy and heartbreak in there too, but I wouldn't ever tell anyone that. Each month that I failed to conceive, I would wait for Killian to leave our room and head to work for the day before letting the gut -wrenching sobs out. For years, I prayed to the Goddess, asking what was wrong with me and why I hadn't given Killian the baby and heir he wanted.

asked me to consider going to The Sanctum of Light to conceive, thinking it had something to do with my connection to the Goddess as one of her descendants. But I knew my parents had conceived me away from The Sanctum,

the baby wasn't the issue. I was the

that my mother and each generation before her had. I wanted them to be free instead of having to go back to The Sanctum every few weeks to replenish

Joselin. Her long white hair and violent tendencies left little question in anyone's mind about whose daughter she was. It was the brown eyes that

knew one of her biggest fears was passing on her white eyes to her children. They were unique and special, but they

his opponent, dropping down on top of him. They wrestled until he could securely lock

taps to the ground later, Lincoln stood tall in front of the roaring crowd as

third win, earning him a spot in

than anyone had expected but considering who his father was; I had no doubt he would

trying for another, but this time around, I knew

earned himself a spot in her training class. They would not get anything done now. The two of

take after. Now that we knew both could reside in one body, we planned to train them on both regardless, but one gene would always be

class. She was beaming with pride, but I knew she was sad that Lincoln would leave her trainees. He was the last to fight,

training mats, I watched my son wrap Joselin in a tight hug, thanking her for teaching him before sprinting

smiled as I anticipated one of his big bear hugs. Sweaty or not, I adored them. Whenever I wrapped my arms around him, I could feel how small he was and remind myself that he was still a kid even

flew right past me, his hands grabbing Amara’s shoulders

going to train together!” She cheered. "Next time,

head as I straightened back up. "I think we have finally hit the age

word. I wasn't ready to let go of my only baby, but it seemed he wouldn’t give me much choice. Lincoln was eight now, but Killian had shifted around this

just kids, but I wasn't ready for them to grow up

any limbs until you shift. That applies to both of you.’ Killian's voice was thick with amusement

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