Damon And Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

She shrugged ***** ELENA’S POV The ceremony was beautiful. More beautiful than the marriage. White flowers framed the altar. Soft music filled the air, and everywhere I looked, there were people smiling at me. My mother. My father. Claire. Margaret. Even Victoria. Then my eyes found Damon. Of course they did. He stood among the Vales, looking unfairly calm for a man who had completely ruined my ability to think straight over the last few days. I quickly looked away. The priest smiled at Adrian.

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

Bound her wrists when she fought too hard. Time blurred. Her days were measured in pills and echoes. Her nights filled with nightmares of Damien's blank stare and Selene's pitiful smile. Then the wedding photos came. Smuggled in through a tabloid a kind orderly left behind. Damien and Selene on a yacht in Santorini. Her red dress was repurposed for Selene's rehearsal dinner. The engagement ring Elara once wore now glittering on her sister's delicate hand. It broke something inside her.

I gasped, my hands instinctively coming up to rest against his broad, muscular chest, feeling the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat against his silk shirt. "Damian!" I laughed softly. "What are you doing?" "Taking my wife back," Damian growled low in his throat, his eyes blazing with dark, unadulterated desire. "You've belonged to doctors, guards, and family meetings for forty-eight hours, Elena. I've been extremely patient." "You? Patient?" I teased, a playful smirk touching my lips as I wrapped my uninjured arm around his neck. "I don't think I've ever seen you use that word."

Chapter 7: Elena’s POV ​Damian stood frozen on the bottom step of the grand marble staircase, his eyes wide and bloodshot. The crumpled divorce paper was still clutched tightly in his right hand, the edges tearing under his fingers. ​"C-Carter...?" Damian’s voice cracked, all the arrogance draining out of him as he looked back and forth between Carter’s broad frame and the heavy diamond ring on my left hand. "What are you doing with my wife?!"

“...invites didn’t get to PARACAN holdings. A disappointment,” “...most resplendent bride. Her story is just so inspiring,” “... Elena Donatelli. From housewife to diamond tycoon,” The reports of the stories were endless. Every news channel worth its salt was reporting on the wedding. Across social media too. A leaked video of their vows was making its rounds taking the entire internet by storm as the views of the documentary got higher and higher. Everyone was interested in Elena’s story and in awe of her wedding. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Somewhere in a men’s jail. David Windsor tried to hide his face as he

Lucas placed a tablet on his lap, code flooding down the screen like falling rain. “They fortified their comms,” Lucas muttered. “This is a fortress. They were expecting us.” Damon did not blink. “Good. Then there is no running this time.” Elena looked back at him through the reflection of the window. “When you finish this… what happens next?” Damon’s fingers flexed once, as if holding an invisible promise. “We live. We love. We give Alex the life Katrina tried to destroy.” He paused. “And I marry the only woman who has ever made me believe in forever.”

Even though part of him felt wrong for not having corrected him. Dorian announced. “I see Mr. West has finally made an appearance. And my, my, it appears the the man has managed to secure himself an actual date.” The moment Barrett turned his head, he felt his entire world shift off of its axis. Standing across the room was the infamous Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, Killian West. But standing close beside him, wearing a stunning forest green gown, was none other than Elena. Elena I honestly had no idea why I was even here. I always despised these sorts of public gatherings. They were hardly ever about the real purpose at hand and more so about gossip and ogling.

“Elena?” She looked up. Damon stood there in his rumpled best man suit, jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, holding two bottles of beer he’d clearly taken from the mini-fridge in his own room. His dark hair was messy, like he’d been running his fingers through it. Concern etched his sharp features. “I saw you run past,” he said quietly. He didn’t come closer right away. “What happened?” She laughed bitterly, the sound cracking. “What happened? My husband is fucking his assistant in our honeymoon suite right now. That’s what happened.”

For one foolish moment, I wanted Matteo to say my name clearly enough to put me back where he had allowed another woman to sit, but his eyes moved from me to Vanessa, then settled on his wine. “Elena and I have an arrangement,” he said. “It helped both families.” Arrangement. Not wife. Not Donna. Not the woman whose brooch he had fastened, whose bed he shared, whose child she carried. Vanessa smiled at me with soft pity. “That makes sense. Matteo was always too serious for romance unless someone forced him into it.” I could have asked about the Donna-wing access, the missing signet, or the ceremony he had abandoned the moment she returned, but there was nothing elegant in bleeding at a dinne