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
He takes in the thin, ragged mattress in the corner with the silver cuffs and chains, he goes and squats down, putting a hand on the mattress. He could tell she’d been here; her scent was strong here, along with the smell of her fear. After a moment there he stands and works his way around the walls
“Hang on, who’s this?” She groans, George chuckles and sits next to her, taking the phone from her. “Should I be jealous?” She sighs, rubbing her forehead,“He’s the only other person I’ve ever kissed, George.” She crosses her arms under her breasts to push them up slightly, George’s eyes flick down
She still seemed to be in shock, having not said a word. Once he has pulled them up as far as they will go, he takes her hand to help her off the sink which she lets him do, and finishes pulling her clothes into place. He encourages her to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. He looks at her cautiou
“Mine.” She nods and whispers back,“Yours.” which elicits a gentle rumble from deep in his chest. She keeps her eyes on the others as they find paper and pens to start making notes. She snuggles into his chest as the others return and start writing things on scraps of paper and blue-tacking them to







