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
“Hmm. They seem incredibly naïve for a two millennia-old creature. There must be more to their story that they’ve not shared yet. Or they’re doing this on purpose, which is hurtful at best.” Greyson nods, George wanders over and swaps places with Greyson, who goes back to the fire, kissing Seb when
“She died giving birth to me, Chick. She didn’t have the chance to tell me anything.” Chick blinks, then seems embarrassed and sad.“Oh.” Celine turns to them, “I’m honestly truly sorry. I didn’t know.” They rub their forehead, “Usually, someone tells me when important people die. Anyway, welcome. T
“I’ll drop you a pin, but feel free to bring George if he wants to come. The more the merrier at this point.” He sounds tired, and he can hear Seb saying something calming in the background, but Greyson huffs, “No, I’m sorry I’m having a moment. It’s not your fault, but I’m entitled to my feelings,
“Hey, what’s wrong? You look antsy.” He pulls her into his arms and she hugs him back, “You’re not okay, I see that. So, talk to me.” He sighs,“Chick’s being dismissive, if not downright rude. I mean they often are, it’s not new. But it’s directed at you and my people. And it’s rubbing me the wrong







