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
He pulls up a photo of his beautiful, he was biased, daughter. She was tall for her age, and a bit of a beanpole, but had her mother’s blonde curly hair and blue eyes, and his nose and mouth, she also had her mother’s temper and his tenacity.“She’s twelve now, and has just decided she wants to lear
A minute or so later she emerged from the bathroom in tight plain black leggings, and a long-sleeved dark green t-shirt with a slightly darker green pattern of swirls over it, that she had tied a knot into at her hip to pull the extra fabric out of the way, and some tired looking white trainers. He
“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
“If you were my mate, I would not reject you.” Celine knew he would be a keeper, if he was hers. He smirks and nods,“I’m glad of that, truly.” He lets out a deep sigh, and takes one of her hands. “It’s a weight off my mind, honestly. But I understand the implications of my knowing and you being una







