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
“No.” It was quiet and he had to fight to get it out but she sighs and nods.“Not my fault, I know.” She takes a deep breath, “Thank you.” He hums again, she curls up against him, and sniffs as the tears start again, “Gods, I wish I could stop crying.” She feels him struggling to move, he smirks at
“Kids are asleep too.” He nods, “This business must be big.” He sighs, and pulls out his phone to check for more messages, but there was nothing. Not even one from Seb. “Should I be worried?” He sighs,“I don’t know Fi.” She nods, and rests her head on his other shoulder and he wraps his other arm a
He watches in the mirror as she undoes the buttons of the shirt and peels it off slowly, he strokes himself slowly as he does the trousers next, he groans as he sees the stockings unveiled for him. She leaves the bra, pants, stockings and heels on and walks back over to him. He keeps stroking himsel
“That can’t be right… Please don’t be right.” She calls her aunt, and she picks up quickly, “Auntie, please tell me the messages are wrong.” She hears her aunt sob, and knows they aren’t wrong. Her uncle has passed away, suddenly in the night three days ago.“I’m so sorry, I can’t. I wish I could.”







