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
** TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of rape. **Celine had no idea how long she’d been unconscious for, but she awoke in a chair, her wrists and ankles held in place with leather straps. She looks around the room as her vision slowly clears. The room seems to be a large st
“Nothing.” He growled, “It is very good; I’ll give you that.” He looked at Nate, who shrugs again and smiles.“I know.” He brushes imaginary lint off of his shoulder and the group relaxes again. Celine eats slowly, enjoying every bite. Nate gets up and brings the platter over to the table and indica
“That attitude of yours will not earn you any favours here.” He walks back around the table to stand behind her. He puts one hand on the front of her hips, sliding it slowly to reach for her folds, and he slips two fingers in and strokes at her clit while she struggles to get away from him. “So warm
“Yes, I understand you fine. I’m French, not an idiot.” His fist came out of nowhere, hitting her in the temple leaving her dazed.“Less of the attitude as well, Dear.” He sneers “Or this will become very unpleasant for you very quickly.” She mutters in French,“As if it isn’t already” again the fis







