Damon And Elena Daughter Novels & Stories

“Then whose child was she?” Elena looked at Dante. “Mine.” The room went silent. Dante stared at her. “What?” “My daughter.” “But you said you were my mother.” “I am.” “That isn’t possible.” “It is.” She walked closer. “I had a daughter before you were born.” Dante looked at Emilia. She nodded. “She did.” “Where is she?” Elena’s face changed. “I don’t know.” I felt my stomach sink. “You said you knew what happened.” “I know what they told 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.

“I have loved you since the moment we met. Being bound to Aria was the Moon Goddess’s cruellest joke.” Each word was a blade. Each word drew blood. “And the baby?” Elena asked, placing his hand on her stomach. “You are happy about our baby?” Our baby. Not his and mine. His and hers. “I cannot wait to meet our son,” Damien said softly, tenderly, in a voice he had never used with me. “You will be a perfect mother. A perfect Luna.” “But you are already mated,” Elena said, playing her game. “What will you do about poor, pathetic Aria?”

"I'll try. I promise." As they prepared to leave, I pulled her aside. "Stay uninvolved in family pack business. Pretend you know nothing about tonight." She looked surprised at my brotherly concern. "One more thing," she added quietly. "Dad had Damon contact Elara's birth mother. He might target Elara soon." Ice flooded my veins. Luke roared inside me with protective rage. The moment they left, I rushed to dress Ethan. "Where are we going?" he asked as I picked him up.

the host announced and they excused themselves and left. “Luna Silver,” Damon whispered in my ear, his hands still encircling my now rounded waist. “I still can’t get over how beautiful that sounds.” I smiled. “Me neither.” I looked down to see my son and his best friend, Sutter, running around while Sutter’s mother, Mila and his father Gaston, chased after them. I chuckled as I wondered what it was they must have done now. “You need to sit,” Damon told me, sitting on the throne chair by the cubicle and placing me on top of him, without giving me a chance to refuse. “You might pop anytime soon.”

My skin was so sensitive nowadays. “How could you—.” “Buy this in—” “Delivered to your—” “Squat ladies! Your—” “Tu quien piensas—” “ . . . not the father—” “Damon, this is serious!“ Elena screamed. I swear the amount of times someone screamed that at him.

“We used to be like that too, cara. Going at it multiple times in one night.” Elena’s glare deepened. “I don’t need the walk down memory lane.” Damien stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “So who’s the dad?” Elena shrugged, voice perfectly even. “A random hot stranger.” Then, she met his gaze head-on and added truthfully, “No one worth talking about.” Damien’s grip on his whiskey glass tightened. The idea of Elena in another man’s arms… giving birth to another man’s child… made something dark coil inside him.

I try again. “Don’t come near me!” she screams, voice cracking like glass. “You already killed one of my children. You don’t get to destroy me twice.” Her mother clutches her, horrified, confused. “Elena—Damian has a child?” “He has Angela, Mom.” Elena spits the name like poison. “He stole my daughter’s name, if not my daughter.” I feel the words like knives. “Elena, for God’s sake—listen to me—she’s not Isabelle’s child!”

Damien smiled, his heart fluttering at the little girl who looked like a small princess in the presence of huge giants just like the daughter he had lost years back. Her eyes glanced at Elias, he gave her a nod. Gazing back at Damien, Elena approached him with her hands beside her. “Everyone I would like you to meet Elena, my daughter."

“Promise, Daddy? Don’t ever leave us again.” Damian stroked his daughter’s head lovingly. “I promise. You are everything to me, together with Mommy Tamara.” The children finally calmed down, though their faces were still flushed with emotion. Damian held their hands and continued their stroll, trying to bring back a warm atmosphere. Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Elena was getting ready to attend an important meeting. The sleek black car cruised smoothly along the road, her personal driver in the front seat. Elena had chosen to sit in the back, with Thalia beside her.