Damon Elena Wedding Novels & Stories

"We're running out of time, and our wedding is expected to be the event of the season." "I don't care, Mona. We'll talk about this later. Now, please go and get the warriors ready for training. Have Isaac run them through the motions until I get there," Damien said, effectively dismissing her. They waited for her to leave. Damien locked the door behind her and returned to his father and Elena. "Son, I cannot stand that woman. You have your mate now, why keep up this farce?" "I'll end it as soon as it's safe for Elena. We have to find the traitors before we announce her as my mate. I will not put her life on the line for my own selfish needs," Damien said with a fire in his eyes.

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.”

The diamond caught the light, flashing like a memory replayed too vividly. Damon took it slowly, his fingers brushing Amara’s as he accepted it. For a brief moment, their eyes met—gratitude, closure, understanding passing silently between them. Then Damon turned to Lena. And dropped to one knee. The room inhaled as one. “Lena Rowan,” he said, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands, “would you do me the honor of being my wife—” A pause. A smile. “—for real this time?”

“Child, come back to us. I give you my word, I will banish Selena myself.” “No.” My voice was quiet, but firm. “What?” “I said no.” I looked at the man I once respected like a father. “I have accepted Damon’s mark. I am willing to be his mate.” “But—” “No buts.” I cut him off. “From the moment of that ceremony, I have nothing to do with Ethan. Damon is from your pack, and he has Alpha blood. I haven’t defied the will of the Goddess.” “Elara!” Ethan cried out in desperation. “You can’t do this! We’re fated mates! You love me…”

If not for the miscarriage report I had hidden away, if not for the child no one had ever known about, I might have believed him. Damon's phone rang soon after. He went out to the balcony to answer it. When the glass door closed, only Selene and I remained in the room. She set down her teacup, and the softness on her face vanished. "You're still not leaving?" I looked at her. She laughed. "Honestly, I've never seen anyone put up with as much as you." "Seven times." "All I had to do was say one word, and Damon turned a wedding into a divorce ceremony."

In that moment, the last of the New York fog finally lifted. The wedding was held at a private estate in Sicily, surrounded by fields of white lilies and the salt-heavy breeze of the Mediterranean. On the day of the ceremony, Damian—who had been ghosting the perimeter for weeks—suddenly crashed the gates. He was a skeleton of a man. His cheap linen shirt was torn and disheveled, and his eyes were wide with a frantic, jagged despair. "Elena! You can't marry him... I know what I did! Please, just one more chance!" He tried to lung for the altar, but Cyril’s soldiers intercepted him yards away, pinning him down.

“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.”

I curved my lips into a smile for the first time that day. Touching my ring, I wrote back, "I'm good. Honestly, I haven't felt this great in four years." … Damian spared no expense for the wedding. Almost the entire Calloway family showed up, alongside the friends who served with him and his post-military business partners. The ballroom was packed to the brim. Everyone in the crowd kept whispering about how devoted he was, and the only person who thought of calling me was Elena.

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 asked him as I realised that there may not have been a baby on the way anymore. “ Damn it Damien, will you just listen to me” he said as he let go of Elena with one of his hands and then he reached for something behind him. I instantly pulled the trigger and aimed for his arm. He dropped Elena to the ground and I ran to pick her up and move her away from him and into the car.