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
“Either way. I’m glad you got closure, and I’m satisfied with the result.” He bows, “You are a remarkable woman, and I’m glad I got to meet you before you left for home.” Celine smiles and inclines her head,“Thank you, I’m glad to have met you too, Luther. I apologise again for the mess here, and h
“You wore my marks first, and your body knows mine.” She can feel his hardening cock in her back, she retches and drops her other stick. “That’s much better, Darling. You’re my little bitch and I’m going to make sure he remembers this.” His other hand goes across her stomach. She lets her good hand
“I think I have everything I need. And if I stay much longer, I’m going to find it even harder to leave than it already is. And I need to go to my new home with George.” Her father nods, “I don’t think I’ll be needing the van though; you can give it to Phillipe, I know he’ll take good care of it.” H
‘In days of yore, when France was young, there lived beings, strange and unsung, when human kings did rule and sway, ancient French werewolves, fierce and gray.’‘Their claws were sharp, their eyes were bright, their howls did echo through the night, they roamed the forests, wild and free, their pow







