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
She was five-foot-five with gentle curves that had him swallowing a lump in his throat that hadn’t been there before. Her large round grey eyes also seemed to be taking him in, there was a hint of appreciation there, but he couldn’t be sure. Her face with its small straight nose and bow shaped lips,
When George and Ewan managed to arrive at the doctor’s house, having taken him to the cells in the pack-house for the moment, Nate was pacing in the hallway. He indicates that they should be quiet, George nods and looks into the lounge to see Fi sitting on a chair next to a sofa with a filthy woman.
“It wasn’t you that did it, so you don’t need to be sorry.” She whispers. “I know who did it, and I know who let him. I just need to know why.” He gapes at her, then frowns as his anger rises again, he grunts,“Who let him?” She scoffs, then sighs,“The answer to that question involves quite a few w
“Hi, I’m told that your name is Celine, is that right?” She looks at him and nods,“Yes.” Her voice was raw, like it was painful for her to do so. She winces a little, but keeps his gaze. He nods,“I’m sorry, we can talk more later when you’ve had more of a chance to heal. But for now, we need to de







