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
“There we go. Perfect, you are so good Celine. You really are quite beautiful when you’re in pain.” He strokes her face with one hand as he pushes her hips down firmly with the other, making her cry out again. Then the leather straps were put in place, one around each of her wrists and ankles, and o
Celine starts to search the nearby paintings to find the first one that didn’t have a wolf in it. In the one next to it there was a faint impression of a wolf lying in the corner of the room, looking thin and unwell.“This is the last one with her in.” Maggie nods, and takes a few minutes to inspect
“Celine!” Maggie exclaims, jumping off the barstool and coming over to her “Hi!” Celine smiles at her,“Maggie.” Celine was curious why she was here, but not unhappy about it. “Uh… What’s going on?” Maggie takes her arm and leads her to the barstool she’d just vacated,“Okay, so… I have some news re
“Thank you.” She turns back to George “Could we go back to the house now? I’m starving.” She smiles and George’s lips twitch gently back. He nods,“Sure, I’m sure Nate the ‘Bacon God’ will have made something for lunch by now.” Ewan smirks,“There’s a story there huh?” Ewan had released a lot of the







