Damon Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y

Then my phone lit up on the coffee table. Damian. I stared at it as it might bite. Victoria saw. “Answer on speaker.” I hesitated. “Do it,” she said. “Let him hear you happy.” I hit accept. Speaker. “Elena.” His voice filled the room, low, controlled, but I could hear the edge under it. “Damian.” A pause. “You’re with Victoria.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” Another pause. “I signed. It’s official.” “I know.”

Eli gestures animatedly to the imposing double doors flanked by liveried attendants, still hardly able to believe his luck at being here now, with such a spectacularly handsome and seemingly well-connected man. "Oh sweetheart, when you have a certain net worth and connections stretching halfway around the globe, waiting lists tend to dissolve rather magically," Damon explains with a sly, lopsided grin. Winking conspiratorially, he leans in to press a feather-light kiss upon Eli's startled temple before exiting the limo smoothly, leaving Eli momentarily dazed by the revelation and the electrifying touch. Rounding the vehicle's rear bumper, Damon extends a courtly hand toward Eli's open door,

“You two know each other?” Elena immediately answered, “No.” At the same time, Damian said, “Yes.” The room became awkward instantly. Adrian frowned. “What’s going on?” Damian finally looked away from Elena and turned to Adrian. “Leave us alone.” Adrian stiffened. “Excuse me?” “I said leave.” The coldness in Damian’s voice made even Vanessa uncomfortable. Adrian cleared his throat. “Mr. Blackwood, with all due respect, Elena is still my wife.”

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.

"Stop stalling. Sign. Your Vivian is waiting." He picked up the pen but hesitated at the last moment, looking up at me. "Elena... do you still love me?" I laughed — a cold, hollow sound — and turned the question back on him. "Do you?" "Of course I—" Vivian's wailing cut through from outside. "Damien! If I can't be with you, what's the point of living? I'd rather die than be apart from you!" She raised a silver blade to her own chest. Damien bolted toward her and caught her in his arms. "I've already dissolved things with Elena! The ceremony is happening. Calm down!"

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, someone’s here to see you.” My heart paused for a moment as I pushed the door open and walked out. Two people were standing in the front hall—Damien and Luca. In just a little over ten days, Damien had already grown noticeably thinner. His usually immaculate black coat carried wrinkles from traveling, and exhaustion heavily shadowed his eyes. Luca stood beside him, still holding the wooden gun model I had given him. The moment he saw me, tears immediately rolled down his face. “Mom…” The instant he called out to me, my left hand instinctively clenched.

“Alright, lovebirds. Save the heat for tonight. It’s wedding day, and I swear if you’re late to your own ceremony, I will drink all the champagne and cry alone.” The ceremony was intimate. Just six guests: Celeste, Valentina, who had reappeared two days prior with a fake passport and an apology, a reformed tech magnate named Jonah who helped them with security, and three Balinese locals who blessed the event with traditional flower garlands and songs. Elena walked barefoot down the sandy aisle, dressed in a backless ivory gown, her hair curled and pinned with wild jasmine. Damien stood in a white linen suit, barefoot like her, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I’ve loved you since I was eighteen years old, watching you bite your pen in that library. I’m never letting you go. Not in three months. Not ever.” Elena kissed his chest, right over his heart, tears of pure happiness in her eyes. “I’m yours, Sir. Forever.” Epilogue Six months later, Elena walked down the aisle in a breathtaking white gown, the elegant day collar — now a permanent part of her — hidden beautifully beneath delicate lace at her throat. Damien waited for her at the altar, looking like sin and salvation in his black tuxedo. His eyes never left hers, filled with dark possession and profound love.