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
“We pooled our knowledge and decided to follow them as soon as we knew where they’d gone.” Erik nods,“Apparently not quickly enough to stop them from… well.” Celine smiles softly at him,“You don’t have to say it.” He nods appreciatively.“Our other people back home are digging through everything t
“No!” Celine looks at her phone as her grandmother hangs up on her. “What the actual fuck? Grandmother, you don’t get to do this.” She looks at the time and groans. “She’s changed the time of the funeral so we’d be late, or it was never this afternoon and she lied to me. We’ve got two hours tops to
Celine knocks on the office door at lunchtime, and George gives his usual, ‘Come!’. She smirks to herself and enters, George and Eva are sitting on the sofas, and she nods and joins him, kissing his temple on the way down.“Hey, Baby.” She smirks, “I missed you. How did your morning go?” She nods,“
The small stone-built cottage with two floors, and its red tiled roof had been a second home to her. She has mixed feelings as she walks up to the kitchen door, which leads out to a short-walled terrace with a picnic table which looks tired, but she knows it’s solid. She knocks on the doorframe and







