INICIAR SESIÓN“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
Celine makes a habit of putting her hand on George’s shoulder as he drives, so he knows she’s there. It’s comforting to her that he would occasionally squeeze it with his hand when it was safe to too. They drive for a long while, Chick guiding them a lot further than they thought they’d be able to g
“Practise,” Seb mutters coldly, and George nods.“And now thanks to Chick, I have a lot of Celine’s memories of her time with Solomon. Not all, thank the Gods, but still.” He puts his head in his hands, “I knew it was bad; I’ve seen some of the videos Solomon made. I can feel how it felt for her now
“Get on with it, or I will.” Greyson is nearly shouting, and Rosie stumbles out of her tent, roused by all the noise.“I did it for him.” Chick looks indignant, “She was lying to you. She showed me scars in her mind that she doesn’t even have.” George looks at Celine in her tank top and shorts, her
The next few days are a bustle of activity, more people come to the palace and a lot of them are camping out in the pack-lands. Some have brought their own tents or caravans, or campervans that are all accommodated for. Fariy lights have been strung up along all of the paths between them to highligh







