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
“Yeah. Wow.” He’s panting a little, she smirks and rests her head back on his shoulder again, “I knew I was affected by you, but I think I understand you a little better now.” She rubs his stomach again,“Well, I’d like to get to know you better. We’ve only had a week and a half together so far, and
“It would be a mercy I wouldn’t deserve, but would welcome.” George nods, and moves on to Nadia’s cell. She’s reading curled up on the bed, but puts it down when she sees him in front of her cell. She gives him a sad smile,“I am sorry.” She seems contrite, but he can’t be sure if he believes her.“
Celine is sitting in the dining room with Eva surrounded with various pieces of paper, some have slips of fabric stuck to them as samples, others have pictures of various things that Eva had informed her that she’d have to make choices about. There are reams of the things. She’s looking at two shade
“Sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking.” She pushes him back a little so she can hop. She holds on to him with one hand and leads him to the bathroom hopping the rest of the way. She sits on the toilet, the pad is soaked with her blood. She changes it quickly. George sits on the edge of the bath feeling te







