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
“I don’t either, how do the staff tell the difference when they’re setting all this stuff up?” He turns the book sideways, just in case it would change anything. It doesn’t. She takes the book back, and closes it.“You can tell your mother I’ve read them all to the best of my ability. But spoons are
“George? I could use a hand in here if you’re able…” He nods to Seb and walks past Fi, who stays at the door, he gives her a questioning look, she sighs,“I won’t go in there. Celine told me not to.” Fi looks a little pale, but is keeping it together well. He puts a hand on her shoulder for a second
George had watched Celine go from feeling completely overwhelmed, to confident that she and Fi could conquer the world, if they stood together in the right dresses. He leaves them to their planning, and makes his way to his office to check in with Micah. When he gets there, Micah is chatting on spea
“I think it’s a good idea, but it will need careful consideration as to exactly what details you decide to share… But it could head this off before anyone else tries to make it public. Then we’d have control of the narrative, and anyone else trying to say anything different would be seen as trying t







