Damon And Elena Daughter Novels & Stories

“Because he thinks he’s protecting you. Damian Cross is proud, Elena. Hurt him, and he bleeds silently.” Elena pressed a trembling hand to her forehead. “Bella, you don’t understand. There’s more. Something happened the night I left. Something he didn’t want me to know.” She heard Bella’s breath hitch. “What happened?” Elena forced herself to speak. “Vivienne came to me. She said… Damian’s mother is alive. And that Damian’s been hiding it.” Silence. A long, stunned silence. “Elena,” Bella whispered, “if that’s true… that changes everything.”

Dante’s jaws tightened and he cracked his collarbone. “Spill.” “My lord. I am afraid, Miss Elena is the daughter of Damon Alcantara. The X mafia lord. The man who killed Hylex. The one you have been searching for all your life.” Dante’s jaws clenched and the blood in him stopped flowing. This can't happen.

“We have time.” Elena picked up Isabella, who was growing tired and fussy, and carried her upstairs for a nap. “We will talk later about you never doing something like that again without warning me properly.” “Fair,” Damien said. In the nursery, Elena settled into the rocking chair and fed her daughter. She looked out at the grounds and thought about Moscow and the mission. She thought about the simple fact that Damien was downstairs alive instead of dead in Russia. The relief felt almost physical, like a heavy weight finally lifted.

“Isn’t that why you didn’t care about the baby I lost? Because you have another one on the way?” Damion’s face twisted with something unreadable. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” he said slowly, his voice dangerously low. Carmela blinked. “Elena. Pregnant?” His eyes flashed with something wild. “That’s bullshit.” Carmela scoffed. “Really? Because she certainly thinks otherwise.” A sharp silence stretched between them. Damion’s mind raced. Elena… pregnant? With his child? Impossible. He had never once— His jaw clenched.

Damian said and smiled at her. Amelia nodded without saying anything and continued eating. After a few seconds, Damian sees Arthur walking towards them with his wife and daughter. “Ian, you’ve met Zelena before right?” Arthur said. Damian nodded before standing up and shaking hands with Zelena. “It’s been a while,” he said with a polite smile. Amelia stood up as well and gave a smile to Zelena. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said. Zelena blinked as she recognizes Amelia. “You’re the one at the park, right? I’m Zelena, It’s very nice to meet you” she said and offers her hand to Amelia.

He didn’t answer. Because both of us knew what was true.” He would have never set me free. And then there was silence between us, heavy with things unsaid. Then Damian leaned in even farther and lowered his voice. “Elena”, he says, “he deserves to know me. My throat tightened. “And when you’re bored of playing father, what do you do?” His eyes flashed. “I do not tire of what is mine, Sete.”

The wolf inside him howled, slamming against the walls of his mind, desperate to chase after her. Damon grabbed the guard standing outside. “Where is Lena? I told you to watch her. Where did she go?” The guard went pale and could not get a full sentence out. Damon let him go and headed for the door. Luna Catherine walked in from the main entrance. She looked at Damon with cold eyes. “Stop looking. She is gone. You will never find her.” Luna Catherine paused. In that brief silence, the air seemed to freeze. “Victoria is already carrying your child. Stay with her and your daughters. Stop thinking about this irrelevant woman.”

Not anymore. “Dante… that world is behind me now. I can’t let my daughter into that life the way I was dragged into it. I made it out. I’m not going back in.” “Daughter?” Dante looked distraught, his grip tightening. “Yes,” Elena said quietly. “I had Roberto’s child.” “Then she belongs to the famiglia.” “No!” Elena’s voice sharpened. “She doesn’t.” Dante gripped her arm harder, pulling her close. “What would happen if people found out, Elena?” His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “They’d kill the both of you.”

She looked up at me, hand on her belly, eyes wide with the same mix of fear and hope. “Damien… it’s real.” I dropped to my knees in front of her, pressing my forehead to her stomach. The obsession, the love, the rage — all of it coalesced into one fierce vow. “We raise them all. Every child. Every legacy. Together. No more tests. No more doubts. Just us.” But as we held each other, Elena’s urgent voice came over comms. “Damien… Victor escaped during the raid. And he took the hidden daughter with him.”

West, however, seemed completely unaffected by the tension around him. His entire focus remained on Lucas. “Grandfather, this is Elena. She's a child psychologist, and Nora’s nanny. She has been really helpful with Nora’s condition, and the sole reason why Nora is here tonight.” Dominic defended me. “Really? Oh wow!” He was amused, then his eyes quickly found Lucas again. “What did you say your name was again?” he asked warmly. “Lucas Hart,” Lucas repeated proudly. “And this must be my little princess.” The old man chuckled softly before glancing toward Nora.