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
“Give me two minutes, I have a plan.” Sammy helps her arrange the branches artfully, then she places flowers over it, it looked like one of those Japanese floristry things, Ikebana. She’d even found some vine prunings with the leaves still green on them. It was structural, elegant and perfect. When
“I’ll let you know once we’re back.” He nods and leaves, George stands and pulls the curtains around to help Celine get dressed. Fortunately, the scrubs were loose. He had no idea how they were going to manage a proper dress. He sighs and helps her with the sling, “Baby?” she looks up at him and hum
“You made it.” She pulls back and frowns at him, his six-five, broad-shouldered, muscular frame seems half-crushed. His pale blue eyes were watering gently as he looks at her, he blows his nose and gives her a soft smile. His dark brown hair with a few grey streaks is longer than normal and looks gr
They make their way to the arena and it’s already buzzing, a lot of people have gotten here very quickly. He sees a few hurriedly throwing clothes back on having shifted to run faster. Word had gotten out, and almost everyone’s here. He notes that the ‘Girls’ are absent. But he isn’t going to point







