Novel & Cerita Damon And Elena Daughter

I looked away with flushed cheeks. I'm grateful to the moon goddess for everything. The pack has been great and peaceful after the demise of Ethan, Natasha, Mr Andrew, and most especially Victoria. My brother, Damon, had found his mate, Georgina. They've become so close. I also found out that my mother wasn't dead last month. We've reunited as one family. Alpha Henry wasn't my father but a stepfather. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up surprised to find myself in the bedroom.

I scoffed as the thought of Alpha Damon in bed with Claire filled my mind. He treated the mother of his daughter nicely yesterday and he is having lunch with me alone today. Alpha Damon sure knows how to be fair. “Let me clarify something,” he mentioned. “I do not have a child with Claire. Take those thoughts out of your mind,” he elucidated. My eyes dilated out of perplexity. “What?” I clamored. “Do you not understand what I just said or do you want me to repeat myself?” he said with an eye roll. “Amy is like a daughter to me but I didn’t birth her,” he added.

“Fair.” She seemed almost surprised that I let it go. I set my cup down. “Then ask whatever you want.” Elena glanced at Jonathan’s message again. “Did you know who I was before I married Damian?” I did not answer quickly. “No.” She studied me. “You did not know I was Adrian Williams’s daughter?” “No.” “You did not know about the trust?” “I knew a Williams trust existed. Everyone in my family knew that.” “Did you know I was connected to it?”

“Just like your mother couldn’t keep her husband. It’s your turn to lose everything, Elena.” My pulse thundered. “You vile, ” Elijah stepped forward, fury blazing in his eyes. “You shameless witch, ” “Shameless?” Isabella laughed coldly. “Do you want to know why Damien will never look at you again? Because I’m carrying his child. His true heir. Not your pathetic attempt at tying him down. You? You’re nothing. Just a discarded wife clinging to scraps.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. My ears rang. For a moment, the world went silent except for the sound of my heart cracking in two.

She looked at Elena with pure venom. “Congratulations, Elena. You’re not the only mother of Damien Vale’s child after all.” The silence that followed was deafening. Leo’s innocent voice called from the bathroom. “Dad? Are you coming back?” Damien looked completely shattered. Elena felt the walls she had just started lowering slam back up with brutal force. Lila took a step back, satisfied. “I’ll be in touch. We have a lot to discuss… "Daddy".” She turned and walked away, leaving the documents in Damien’s hands and chaos in her wake.

My hand seizes instead—not from shock but from the child inside me recoiling, a sudden violent cramp tightening behind my navel as the DNA Key registers the proximity of the Morton bloodline and reacts. He's at the door. The child knew before I did. "Elena," Damian's voice comes through the wood—deep, unhurried, certain. "I told you to stay in the nursery." The biometric plate shifts from red to green.

The taste of her own pussy made her moan softly. “Good girl,” Damon praised, voice rough with need. “Look at you. My perfect, fiery assistant, licking her cum off my fingers in a dirty alley.” He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh. “I’m sending you home in my car,” he said, already texting his driver. “But this isn’t over. Tomorrow at the office, you’re going to feel every second of what I just did to you.” Elena’s voice was shaky. “You’re insane.”

The morning sun rose over the Silver Moon Pack's territory, casting a golden glow over the pack house. Elara stood in the nursery, looking at her daughter Luna, who was sleeping peacefully in her crib. "She is so beautiful," Damon said, standing beside her. Elara smiled. "Yes." Damon put his arm around her, pulling her close. "I cannot believe we have a daughter." Elara looked up at him. "I know. It feels like a dream." They stood there, watching their daughter sleep, their hearts full of love.

Even the triplets knelt outside the room, listening, clutching each other’s hands with violence. After too many hours and not enough, the child was born—a daughter this time, unblinking as a lizard, shrieking her claim to the world. Elena bled so much that even Damon, used to the worst, looked pale. But she lived. She lived long enough to wrap her arms around both girls, and to let herself hope, once more, that this was a world worth making.

“I’m so happy to see you. It’s been such a long time.” Damian stepped back, as if her presence burned. His voice came out hard and cold. “What the hell are you doing in my house? Did I not warn you that if I ever saw you again, you’d regret it?” Elena frowned, looking between them. “Damian,” she interjected, “she’s pregnant. With your child. You don’t have to be rude to her.” Damian’s eyes snapped toward his sister, a glare so sharp that Elena flinched. “Don’t speak about what you don’t understand,” he said quietly, dangerously.