Does Elena And Damon Get Together Novels & Stories

“Elena.” Jon blinked at them, the confusion and dread rising in his chest. “What about Elena? Is… is she okay?” “Well, she's not dead. But you see, she vanished with something that belonged to us," the man said casually. “That can't be right,” he replied shakily. “Elena is married to a cop. She's with him in-” The man shook his head. “Your son-in-law didn’t tell you, huh?” Jon’s eyes followed the other two men who were pacing the room, watching him like he was game.

Mabel’s feelings were not something he prioritized at all. I nodded slowly even though the atmosphere still felt strange. My gaze drifted briefly toward the exact spot where Mabel had been standing moments ago. That uncomfortable feeling returned instantly. I quickly looked away. “I should go check on the children,” I said softly. Dominic suddenly stepped closer unconsciously. The movement alone made my breath hitch. “Elena.” He called and I looked up slowly. “What happened just now…” he began quietly before pausing. “Mabel kissed me! Not the other way around.” He explained, and my eyes widened slightly.

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.

At the shape of what it had just told me. “Elena.” Damien again. Closer. His hand on my arm. “Talk to me.” I looked at him. At the man who had rejected me at eighteen and had been paying for it in ways that were not finished being counted. At the man who had stepped back at the tree line and set the Alpha aside so I could be fully present. At the man whose children were standing in a western ground with an ancient wolf somewhere in the dark recognising a relationship that predated every structure that had ever tried to contain it.

“Long enough.” I almost laughed at how vague he was being. Throughout the whole meal, he quietly stepped in whenever someone asked something too personal. He would change the subject or give short answers that shut down the conversation. I slowly realized he was protecting me. It was a small thing, but it meant more than I wanted to admit. Even in this strange situation, he had my back. As dessert was served, one older relative spoke without thinking. “I honestly thought Damien would marry Isabella.” The whole table went silent. I noticed Victoria glance sharply at the speaker. Damien put down his fork, his voice calm but firm. “That chapter of my life is over.”

“Because I have a proposition for you. Meet me for lunch. Today. At The Ivy. One o’clock. Just us girls.” “I don’t think—” “Oh, come on, Elara,” she interrupted. “Don’t be shy. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other. Damian and I go way back. I know things about him. Things you might want to know. Like why he really married you.” My grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?” “Meet me,” she said. “And I’ll tell you everything. Including where your father’s money really went.” She hung up.

"It is good to see you out. Healthy. Happy." A camera flashed somewhere nearby, a reporter angling for exactly this moment. I immediately understood why he had chosen now, here, surrounded by exactly the kind of public attention that would force both of us into careful, civil performances regardless of what we actually wanted to say. "I should get back to Jemima," I said, glancing toward where she stood a short distance away, watching the exchange with sharp, careful eyes. "Of course," Damien said. "I do not want to keep you. I simply wanted to say it is good to see you well." A pause, brief and deliberate. "I think about you often, Elena. More than you probably realize."

“Then where did they take her?” Elena whispered, “Somewhere we can’t track.” Damian’s face went terrifyingly still. “They lied,” he said softly. The voice returned one last time through the speakers. “Love has a price, Damian Vale.” The line went dead. --- ### **THE PROMISE** Damian turned slowly. His eyes were no longer just dark. They were ruthless. “They crossed a line,” he said. Elijah straightened despite the pain. “Then we erase them.” Elena cracked her knuckles. “Oh good. I was hoping for full villain mode.”

We talked about a lot of things and three bottles later we were tipsy and itching to go out so I called Harley and we agreed to meet up later at our favourite place. “So Nina seems nice,” I said testing the waters. “Nina’s a nutcase, she seems to think there’s something between them when Damon doesn’t even give her the time of day,” Kat said her eyes glistening from all the wine. “She said they were engaged,” I said to her. “You should really just sit down and talk to Damon, he’s not a bad guy, I know he gets to be a bit much but he’s actually sweet and caring once you get to know him,” she said.

In one swift movement, her top was off. Damien kissed her from her neck and down to her breasts and Raven didn't know if she could take it any longer. When it was time for him to put it in Raven took a deep breath and went in. Damien moved slowly and Raven got used to it and when it was all done, Raven knew that Damien was the one for her. Raven turned to Damien and she put her arms around him but Damien turned away from her and he faced his side. He probably was tired and asleep Raven thought or he felt too hot to hold her in his arms.