Did Damon Actually Burn Elena 소설 & 이야기

I growled, my knee slamming into his side as he coughed hard, winded. “She doesn’t need an Alpha. She needs *me*,” he spat back. I grabbed him by the shirt, yanked him up, and stared into his bloodied face. “She doesn’t need *anything* from you. She’s my mate. My wife. My future.” A voice screamed from the sidelines. “Liam, stop!” My head snapped to the left, heart stopping for a second. Elena. Her voice shattered through the haze in my mind. She was barefoot, running from the packhouse steps, eyes wide with terror.

Damien shouted to Elena, pushing her behind a table. Gunfire filled the room, the air thick with smoke and adrenaline. Damien moved with lethal precision, taking down Ivan’s men one by one. Elena watched from her cover, her heart racing. She wanted to help, but she knew Damien’s orders were for her safety. Suddenly, Ivan made a break for the door, grabbing the laptop as he fled. “Damien!” Elena shouted, pointing to Ivan. Damien cursed under his breath, firing a final shot before chasing after him.

The frantic pounding on the door echoed through the entire floor, accompanied by Ethan’s furious roars. "Damon! You despicable half-breed! Get out here!" Inside, Damon strolled out of the bathroom. A towel was slung dangerously low on his hips, his chest and abs still glistening with water. He casually dried his wet hair, a lazy, satisfied look on his face. Ethan screamed from the other side of the door, "You used dark magic to fool the Goddess! It was an accident! Elara is mine! Give her back to me now!" Damon walked to the door, a mocking smile on his lips.

Damon seems to know what to say and when to say it, making me feel appreciated. "You're being so nice to me!" I laugh. "I don't see why I should not be," "Tell me, are my friends still behind that door?" Damon glances at the door for a few seconds before turning to look back at me, his eyes piercing directly into my own. When there isn't a tint of yellow, they appear warm and homey. The brown, for some, might appear dull and dark but for me, they appear light and full of life. Maybe, it's by the way he is staring at me.

“So what are we doing then? Just… this? Until it gets too hard and you walk away?” Damien turned to face her, his expression unreadable. He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear. “I’m not walking away. Not yet. But I need time. Can you give me that?” Elena nodded, even though it hurt. She leaned in and kissed him, trying to convince herself that his touch was enough for now. But deep down, she knew the hidden flames between them were growing too bright. And soon, someone was bound to notice the smoke.

There is only one person who Damon knows personally, who worked on the farm, Zyna! Have Dathan and I put her in trouble? Terrified of what could become of her when she's fired, I crept out of Damon's room, in search of Dathan. I ran wildly in the direction of his room. We hadn't spoken since that day, but with my friends well being on the line, I'd negotiate with the Devil himself. “Damon's firing Zyna from the farm.” I said as soon as I closed Dathan's door behind me. He sat at his piano, but wasn't playing, just looking outside.

“Ahh, I must apologize for that then. I had no idea I had somehow let that thought slip. You must have hated me for being your beloved daughter’s mate” “Eliana is not my daughter!” He said through clenched teeth. Damon raised a brow. “She isn't? I could have almost sworn that… Never mind, you are not one that should be taken seriously.” “You have a death wish, don't you? You have absolutely no idea, Damon, how I would love to grant you that but for now, I need to keep you alive for my little pawn.” He said with a triumphant smile. Damon stared at him like he'd gone mad.

Her expression was one of icy calm, though her eyes burned with fury. “Well, well,” she said, her voice carrying across the room. “You’ve made it farther than I expected. I’ll give you credit for that.” “Drop the act, Elena,” Damian said coldly. “It’s over.” Elena tilted her head, a cruel smile tugging at her lips. “Oh, Damian. It’s never over. Not for people like us.” She signaled to her guards, and the room erupted into chaos. --- Gunfire filled the air as the team engaged in a brutal firefight. Sage ducked behind a desk, returning fire at one of Elena’s guards. Damian took out the other with a precise shot, his movements calculated and efficient.

Even her breasts were exposed in front of Damian. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DAMIAN?!" screamed Elena. Damian tried to get closer. "Relax... I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk. I just want us to go back to the way we used to be. And I just want to feel the pleasure of your body." Elena grabbed the vase on the side table, and without thinking, threw the vase. The vase shattered against Damian's temple. The man fell to his knees, grimacing, blood dripping from his temple.

He was slightly taller than Kolia, his hair a little lighter, his expression already carrying the sharp edge of someone who expected the world to move the way he wanted. He saw them at once. His gaze locked on their joined hands. “What are you doing with him?” The question came out sharp, almost angry. Young Elena froze. But Kolia did not let go. Damien strode forward and reached for her free arm. “Come on. You’re not supposed to be over here.” Kolia’s voice stayed calm but firm. “She’s with me.” “She’s not.” Damien pulled. “Let go.” The two boys faced each other across young Elena’s small body. Their argument rose quickly,short, heated words that felt too old for their ages. Rivalry already