로그인“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
Lara takes her time, she ends up with a golden smoky eye, with black mascara and eyeliner with just a little flick at the corners of her eyes. Her lips are a dark red. She looks at Lara’s work, and grabs for the tissue that Sammy has ready for her. She looks at Lara,“It’s amazing, thank you Lara, I
George moves to flank her and swings at her legs. She sidesteps his blade, but doesn’t block the next swing from Seb. She stumbles, taking a knee. George moves forward to swing again. Then he hears her, her bare feet slapping on the packed dirt of the arena floor, her holster tight to her leg, the s
He lunges at her and she spins, gripping the staff of his glaive and pulling him closer. She kicks her leg up, he leans back to avoid the kick, and she brings it down hard on his hand, making him drop the glaive. George smirks and she tosses the glaive to the edge of the ring. He raises his fists, a
“I’ll make time for you.” She smiles, and leans into his shoulder while they finish their food. He feeds her something from his plate that he decides he doesn’t want, and she eats it from his hand naturally. Once they’re done, he takes their plates back, and they walk together he starts heading for







