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
“You honour me indeed, Luna.” Celine shakes her head,“The honour is mine, Eva. To be taught by you, to learn from you? It’s been an immense blessing to me in so many ways.” Eva is almost blushing, George looks at her with a look she can’t quite name, and she doesn’t want to gift him to understand i
“There’s a bit of scarring on your cervix. it shouldn’t affect anything for you long-term, but I can monitor it if you want. And it shouldn’t affect your capacity to get pregnant when you’re ready for it.” She nods, “I’ve just never seen internal silver scars in person before.” She looks down as she
“Yes.” George slides his arm behind her, and the doctor nods,“Okay, obviously you know about condoms.” She nods, “But since you’re after something that doesn’t need to be remembered in the heat of the moment, I’d suggest the contraceptive implant.” She hums, “Hang on, I’ll find one.” He rummages in
“Nope, he’s doing it because he thinks it’s hot.” She quickly bites into the chicken, tearing it out of his hand and chewing, she growls around it, “Mine.” He chuckles, she swallows and glares at him, “Do that to me too often, and you’ll have to watch I don’t bite your fingers off.” He laughs and tr







