Elena And Damon Novels & Stories

But you think he could love you like I do? Elena stifled a bitter laugh. "Oh, Damian. You never even loved me. All you ever loved was your own ego." Damian was silent for a moment. His gaze dimmed. Elena sighed. "I have to go. Don't show up again with empty hopes. Focus on the children. Keep your promise, Mr. Damian." Damian only smiled as he watched the back of Elena, his ex-wife who was moving away. ***

The night they would complete the mate bond and become truly one. She'd read about it in books. How magical and beautiful it was supposed to be. How the mate bond would snap fully into place and they would become inseparable. Elena climbed into the big bed and waited. And waited. And waited. Damien didn't come. At midnight, Elena finally got up and went looking for him. She found him in his office, working at his desk like it was any normal night. "Damien?" Elena's voice was small. "Aren't you coming to bed?"

Her silver-weakened wolf found strength in Lucian's presence. "No," she said firmly. "Ethan belongs with my wolf—he is happiest with his mother, his uncle, and Lucian." The conviction in her voice seemed to catch Damon off guard. This wasn't the timid, easily cowed Elara he remembered. For a moment, it seemed Damon might reveal everything—the truth about the Silver Moon venue incident six years ago, the secrets that bound them all together. His mouth opened, then closed as realization dawned: such revelations would destroy his last connection to Elara.

"Forgive my bluntness, but... there have been rumors. Whispers that you...favor Elara. I’m just concerned about my wife’s reputation." Kaelen met Damon's gaze, his expression unreadable. "Elara is someone I've known for a long time, Damon. My loyalty to her is unwavering. She's always been a kind and caring friend. Nothing more." It wasn't a lie, not entirely. He did care for her, deeply. He just couldn't tell Damon the real status of their relationship. Damon's eyes glinted with suspicion. "A long time... I see. Perhaps you mistook her for someone else? She's not exactly the most... memorable omega."

She whispered, “Is he family too?” Elena froze. Her instinct was to snap no, to shield her. But when she looked at Damien—at the haunted wreckage in his eyes—something inside her softened. “Not yet,” she said quietly. “But maybe someday.” *** The day ended with exhaustion pressed into every bone. Back at the penthouse, Elena finally collapsed on the sofa, her heels kicked aside. Rose was already asleep in her room. Nico and Jessica had left after hours of frantic damage control. Rosa was out scouting. Damien had retreated to whatever corner of shadows he called comfort.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this.” “No need to apologise,” she said kindly, looking at the twins with fondness. “I’m glad to be here. Seems we’ll be spending a lot of time together, Elena. Maybe like before?” Her voice held hope. I smiled faintly, unable to commit to anything, and turned my gaze to Damien. “A word in private, please.” Damien’s brows furrowed, but he nodded. He set Brian gently back on the floor and stood. “Before I forget,” he said lightly, as though to ease the tension, “Elijah mentioned he won’t be coming home this week. Something about needing private time for himself.”

she called. “It’s me.” Damien. His calm voice carried through the door. Elena hesitated before unlocking it. Damien stood alone in the hallway, dressed in a charcoal suit with the sleeves of his overcoat damp from the steady rain outside. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” “You already have.” His expression didn’t change. “I understand.” She folded her arms across her chest. “No, I don’t think you do.” For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Finally, Damien glanced past her shoulder toward the living room.

I asked them as I looked over at Mike and he nodded and walked out of the room. “Damien claims that he is the lost prince”, Elder James said and I rolled my eyes. “And you believe him?” I asked them, “this bastard had been sleeping with my mate behind my back, for all I know he could have been raping her,” I said, throwing Damien a dirty look and he couldn’t even look at me in the eye. I could see that he was now uncomfortable and that made me realize that he hadn't told them about Elena. I decided to capitalize on this.

“You should’ve opened with that.” Elijah smiled thinly. “I wanted to see if you’d arrive at it on your own.” I turned to Damon then, finally meeting his eyes. This wasn’t just his decision, and he knew it. His jaw was clenched, his gaze dark, but there was no attempt to stop me. No command. No claim. Only trust. “Say no,” Elijah said lightly, as though offering mercy, “and we all walk away disappointed.” Damon’s jaw tightened further. I straightened my shoulders.

"My my. look at New York most mighty CEO." She went around the table to put her hands around his neck to kiss him at the chicks. "Elena stop that." Damien said removing her hand around his neck. "Damien its been a month since we last saw each other or you don't miss me huh??" she said as she walk around to sit down at the chair on his front desk . “well if you don't I do. I miss you so much Damien" Elian said smiling. "Elena what did you want ?" he asked her as he continue signing his document