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
“I’m not a good man, I know that, and I don’t deny it. And I know my punishment will be death for my part in this, but I swear, I made sure they were fed and gave them first aid when I could. I made sure they weren’t left in the chairs after the others had gone to bed. I’m not innocent, and I might
“Viola, huh?” Seb smirks,“Best on the job.” Nate laughs and they get Hector out of his cell and down to interrogation. They wait a few minutes for Viola to stroll in. Nate strolls out, giving her a high-five on his way out. Viola looks at Seb, and he encourages her to stay in Hector’s eye line. Whi
“George? I could use a hand in here if you’re able…” He nods to Seb and walks past Fi, who stays at the door, he gives her a questioning look, she sighs,“I won’t go in there. Celine told me not to.” Fi looks a little pale, but is keeping it together well. He puts a hand on her shoulder for a second
“I think it’s a good idea, but it will need careful consideration as to exactly what details you decide to share… But it could head this off before anyone else tries to make it public. Then we’d have control of the narrative, and anyone else trying to say anything different would be seen as trying t







