Damon And Elena Daughter Novels & Stories

I'd be Rachel Thorne - the Luna of a pack that still wasn't truly mine. **** Damon's POV I should have been focused on the ceremony. Instead, I was standing in my father's office, the tension between us thick and unspoken. "You knew all along, didn't you?" I said, arms crossed as I stared him down. "That this wedding had to happen fast. That it couldn't wait." My father, Alpha Gregory Thorne, leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. "I don't see the point of this conversation, Damon. We've already discussed the necessity of this marriage."

Lucian nodded in agreement, and Ella smiled softly, understanding the weight of Damian’s decision, “She’s adjusting well… and I think she’s finally happy.” Just as Ella was about to leave the study, two energetic voices echoed through the room. Elina and Damon came running, laughing and holding hands, their joy uncontained. Elina stopped mid-run and called out, “Father!” before rushing forward to wrap herself around Damian’s chest. Damian chuckled, holding her tightly. “Well, hello there, little princess.” Damon, a little shy but smiling, followed. “Greets, Father… We have been waiting for as promised"

"Answer me." "That's... that's Marcus Veritas. Your father. And Elena Bishop. They were..." "Where's what?" "Together. Before things fell apart. Before the Sovereign Hand ripped them apart." "Elena Bishop." Celeste looked at Damien. "Adrian Bishop's daughter?" The man nodded. "She was supposed to be with your father. But then your mother showed up. Isabella. Changed everything." "What happened to Elena?" "She died. Having a baby. The kid lived but..." He stopped.

The elders exchanged looks at one another, then to Dixon, who nodded slowly and smiled as a sign of hope. "Dixon and Elena are destined mate which had been odinared by the moon goddess. She lied to all of us as the lycan wolf, which she is not, but the mating ceremony was more special to prove how divine they are. She had wrong us all, but she needs to be protected. She has never been a threat or harmful since the very first day, Dixon brought her in, and well, she's carrying the heir to the throne. I seek mercy on her behalf." Momma explained.

“Yes, I saw her… of course I miss her. She drives me crazy, but I can’t help it.” My heart stops, he misses her? I step closer, trying to keep my voice steady. “Who are you talking about Daemon?” Daemon looks up, startled. His mouth opens, but he says nothing for a beat too long. “Who?” I demand again, louder this time. “Elena,” he says finally, almost carelessly. “She was here today. We talked.” The words slice right through me. “Miss her?” I spit, taking another step forward. “What exactly do you miss, Daemon? The woman you planned her murder for? The woman whose daughter you stole from her?”

"Exactly! And such an exceptional daughter at that! Compared to Luna Mira, that useless son of hers is like night and day!" "I don't get it. Aris has been hiding this for so long!" "Is the doormat finally fighting back?" While everyone was stunned, Damon was furious, veins bulging on his forehead. "Well, well, Aris. You've been hiding quite a lot, haven't you? Pretending to be devoted to me while secretly having such a prominent illegitimate daughter?" Elora also lashed out, "And those brainless online fans kept praising you, calling you a selfless romantic. Hah! You're more disgusting than anyone I know!"

The moment the door opened, his first thought was of Victoria. He rushed to her bedside and picked up the newborn pup. His eyes were full of joy. "He looks just like you," he said softly. "So beautiful." Then he paused, a strange thought drifting through his mind. He wondered who Elena's baby would look like. If it was a girl, she would probably look more like her. She would be even more beautiful. After lulling the pup to sleep, Damien turned to leave. A full day had passed. It was time to bring Elena to the clinic.

“Damian, thank God you are here. Tell me this insanity isn’t confirmed yet.” Damian walked past both women without answering. Damian picked up the remote control and turned the television volume back on. “…Whitmore Corporation released an official statement thirty minutes ago confirming Elena Whitmore as the biological daughter of the late Evelynn Whitmore…” A reporter continued speaking while footage played behind her. Elena appeared beside Alexander Whitmore entering a private building through underground security access. Camera flashes exploded violently around them. Elena flinched instinctively at the sudden shouting from reporters.

Chapter 15: Damian’s POV ​I stood in the doorway of Studio B, looking at my ex-wife. ​Elena was leaning against the console, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Her hair was slightly damp from the rain outside, her coat pulled tight around her shoulders. She looked exhausted, her face pale under the fluorescent studio lights, but her eyes were still burning with that stubborn, infuriating defiance she had been carrying around since the day she walked out on me.

Several students had turned to watch us, curious. My mouth went dry. I wanted to say it. My mother worked as your personal housekeeper. Maria Reyes. But I couldn't, not with everyone watching. Instead, I stuck out my hand, forcing brightness into my voice. "Elena. Elena Reyes. We met... a long time ago." He didn't take my hand. Just looked at it like it was something distasteful. The seconds stretched out, awkward and painful, until I dropped my arm. Then, deliberately, Damien pulled a small bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket. He squeezed some into his palm and rubbed his hands together slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.