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
“Hey, Ewan. One to sign up, if possible?” George smiles, Ewan nods and grabs his pen,“You or her?” Celine smiles,“Me please.” He raises an eyebrow, “I’d like to give it a go.” George smirks, but holds his tongue.“Of course, there are guys at the base of the tower to strap you in to the harness.”
George returns to a naked and mostly clean Celine. She had tried to wipe the worst of the blood off with the toilet paper. He’d found her some pyjamas that Fi had bought. He helps her with the last of the blood she can’t reach, then helps her into the pyjamas. When he was done and she was dressed sh
He finds a café to sit and have lunch. His food has just arrived when a man comes and sits at his table. The man was large, both tall and fat with thinning short grey hair. By the smell of him he was a wolf-shifter, and he wore a tired looking navy pinstriped suit with a white shirt and a blue tie.
“So, Greyson is the totem witch of our coven, and he has an idea for getting that thing out of you.” Maggie looks to him then to Celine and George, “I thought you’d probably like to hear him out.” Celine nods, and turns to look at Greyson. He looks at her carefully,“May I have a look at the sphere,







