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
“Fine, but we keep our promises.” She nods, and holds out her little finger.“I promise to suck you off, and you promise to fuck me hard, once you’ve recovered of course.” He wraps her little finger with his own and she shakes their hands. “Good. Now, I need to look more like a Queen and less like a
“She’s never been one to respect anyone, she’s always been this looming figure, my father’s mother. Distant, aloof, she didn’t seem to like that my father wanted a simple life, to be a vintner either.” He nods, and she shakes her head, “It doesn’t matter. We’ll meet her in a few days and maybe I’ll
‘George, focus. They’re both corrupt Veil, we need to be thinking clearly. Not on what we want to do to each other later.’‘Fine. I’ll try, but it’s hard when you’re so damned good at this.’ She coughs gently and cleans his plate, feeding him the last morsels. He chews slowly, looking at her intentl
“Your woman is quiet; you have trained her well.” The man who speaks, smirks at her as his plate is placed down in front of him. He takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly as he surveys the man. He is pale-skinned, short at maybe five-three, with a round stomach and broad chest. He’s wearing bea







