LOGIN“Maybe, but he’s worth it, and so are you.” She nods, he lifts her chin, “What did you and Greyson talk about back at the hospital?” She smiles and nods thoughtfully.“I asked for a favour, and he obliged.” He raises an eyebrow, and she stands up, running her hands over his stomach. He licks his lip
“It’s perfect. Crown Prince of the Wolves of France, Damien de Laurant.” George chuckles and kisses her temple, they’d done it, she’d done it. “Welcome to the world, Damien.” Grayson and the midwife are both very happy with Damien’s health and once they’ve done all the paperwork to register his birt
“Why?” she lowers the sheet.“She’s just very dilated for this early on with your first.” She moans, “Doesn’t matter, just means this might be a lot quicker than normal for first timers.” Celine grips his knees and groans loudly, “But it will still take time. Do you want pain relief?” Celine shakes
“It’s perfect and wonderful. Just like you.” George smirks, agreeing with her aunt, Celine nods then sighs,“I’m afraid we should be heading home now. I’m mentally and physically exhausted.” They nod, and hug her goodbye, with a promise to catch up properly once things have calmed down a bit. George
Archie was a vampire regent; he lived in the forest nearby. He had been a friend to Celine’s mother. He looks like he could be thirty but no one knows how old he actually is, but he had mentioned millennia at some point. He’s lean and tall, with pale skin, a thin nose, and full lips. His round eyes
Celine had fallen asleep in George’s arms on the walk back to the chateau, and Nate, Lara, Fi and Sammy sit in front of them to keep people back until she wakes up of her own accord. He can’t help but watch her, her nose twitching every so often and the way her fingers would clench and unclench at h
“Oh yeah?” He feels anxious, wondering if Celine and her wolf felt differently than he and his did.“Sniff me, and you’ll see.” She looks him in the eye “Go on…” She holds out her arm towards him, “Sniff me!” She does a big exaggerated sniff in his direction, and bats her eyelids at him. He smirks,
George had been watching the two women sleep for what felt like an hour, when Celine started twitching in her sleep. Her brow furrows, and sweat starts to bead on her forehead. Maggie, on the other hand, goes pale, and stays very still in her sleep. But George wasn’t watching Maggie. He gets a cool
“Food I can do.” She grins, “Did we decide what to do about Richard?” he starts to rummage through the fridge, Celine sighs then nods,“Invite him, and see what his timetable is. Journal first, then motives.” Ewan nods,“Understood.” He begins typing, and a few minutes later, he stands. “I need to h
“Yes please.” She starts peeling off her pyjamas and he licks his lips,“Slowly… please.” His voice had gone hoarse, he takes a step back from her to give her room, and himself a better view, she slows down as he’d asked. It was a beautiful torture to watch her unwrap herself for him. “Fuck, you’re







