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
Her silver scars stood out in stark relief, as they didn’t bruise the same way as the rest of her skin, and the silvery almost white lines criss-crossing her chest, stomach, arms and legs almost glowed under the fluorescent light of the bathroom. She pulls the new clothes on, the tracksuit trousers
“Well, I can help with that side of things.” He pulls out his phone, and opens a map app. “We are currently here,” he puts the phone on the table so she can see. “We are on pack-land, the pack is called the Twisted Rivers pack. Their alpha is called Ewan, he’s a good guy, he helped us get to you.”H
“I’m good…” She pauses as she studies her screen, her face getting larger as she moves her phone closer so she can see it. “Gods, you found her!” She pulls back from the camera so her face is in the centre again. “Last night I was woken by another vision, of the Beta and Gamma in the basement with h
Celine woke, long after the sun had risen. George was asleep on the chair where she had seen him last. She takes a moment lying still to study the man. Someone had been in after he’d fallen asleep as there was a blanket over him that she hadn’t seen in the room before she’d gone to sleep. His brown







