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
Eva nods and George takes her to the dining room next. There are a lot of people in here, it seems like an open buffet is running along one wall with several staff topping up various containers as they get low. George grabs them each a plate and joins the queue. Celine follows, but lets him choose t
“I think I need to see your pack-doctor as soon as possible.” He frowns,“What? Did I hurt you?” he lifts her from the mattress and turns her, he studies her body carefully, then her face, she’s smiling. She bites her lips and shakes her head with a soft chuckle,“No, Gods, no. I need to be on the p
“Are you okay?” She nods,“My shoulder’s a bit sore from being stuck behind my back, but otherwise I’m feeling great. How was the office work?” She smiles as he undoes his belt and returns it to his trousers. The recruits are muttering, but he ignores them, choosing to focus on Celine,“Dull, but my
“What did you have in mind? We don’t have long.” He kisses her, backing himself into a wall, and thinks hard about what he has in mind. He feels her smile under his lips. “Oh, well. I suppose a Queen should kneel to her King every now and again.” He sighs as she drops to her knees. He strokes her ha







