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.

going to The Sanctum of Light to conceive, thinking it had something to do with my connection to the Goddess as

the baby wasn't the

and each generation before her had. I wanted them to be free instead of having

screamed again, throwing her fists above her head in frustration. She looked just like Joselin. Her long white hair and violent tendencies left little

gushed over how beautiful her daughter's eyes were from the moment she opened them. She was ecstatic when her three boys were born over the next few years, looking just like Tobias. I knew one of her biggest fears was passing on her white eyes to her children. They were unique and special, but they caused her difficulty growing up with people not accepting her, and she didn't want

down on top of him. They wrestled until he could securely lock the

later, Lincoln stood tall in front of the roaring crowd as he was declared the winner of

earning him a spot in the higher-level training

had expected but considering who

so stupid now that I had ever questioned whether Killian wanted children. Lincoln was his world. We had been trying for another, but this time around, I knew it would happen when the time was right. I just had to be patient, even though I felt my frustration building with every passing month. Those months turned to years; with it, my soul

best friend had just earned himself a spot in her training class. They would not get anything done now. The

we knew both could reside in

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

my son wrap Joselin in a tight hug,

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 though he

his laugh when Lincoln flew right past me, his hands grabbing Amara’s

She cheered. "Next time, just

my side, placing his arm around my waist, and he kissed the top of my head as I straightened back up. "I think

him to say. Lincoln still hung on his every 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 time when he was a kid. Soon, Lincoln would too, and then he would be off training even more, and as he got older,

to grow up this fast. He was protective of his baby girl being around a boy, but I was just upset that my boy no longer needed

applies to both of you.’ Killian's voice was thick with amusement as I leaned

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