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
“This one, for the tablecloths, and something close to the colour of my hair for the napkins and table runners, so some sort of teal. I’ll take Fi’s advice on the dress when she’s available, but probably also something in teal. Then there’s the flowers. I have some ideas, but I don’t know how it wou
She taps at him again, more insistently, he looks at her and she’s gripping at her throat and looking at him pleadingly, barely able to gasp, he slides his hand free of her and crushes his lips to her mouth and breathes for her. He does this a couple more times until she seems to be in control of he
George is still asleep and the room is dark when Celine wakes, but she can’t shake the weird feeling that they weren’t alone in here. She pulls the bedsheets close to her and looks around the room, she sees a figure in the room. She reaches for them with her gifting first, it’s not someone she knows
“Maybe, I don’t meet many other Totem-Witches. I want to seem like I know my shit.” He takes a deep breath then rubs his face with his hands. Seeming to realise just how drained he already is, he looks back at the house, “Gods, I should rest before trying that last crystal.” She smirks and pats his







