Novel & Cerita Elena And Damon Wedding

DAMIEN'S POV The wedding date was set for the last Saturday in April. Oregon coast, twenty-three people, a small inn called Harrow Point that sat on a bluff above a private beach. The owner, a woman named Della, had been running it for thirty years and treated every booking like a personal responsibility. She called twice to confirm details and both times spent more time talking to Elara than to me. "She likes you," I said after the second call. "She likes that we're not doing a production. She said her last big wedding booking left sand in the chandeliers."

Elara’s POV After Damien was "escorted" out, the wedding continued. The priest restarted the ceremony. The guests settled down. "Elara Rossi, do you take Julian Moretti to be your husband?" "I do." My voice was firm. "Julian Moretti, do you take Elara Rossi to be your wife?" "I do." Julian's voice was gentle and strong. "You may now kiss the bride." Julian gently cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

“And I see the Vale family is still showing up where they aren't welcome.” Matteo coughed softly, trying not to laugh. Damon finally looked at him. “And you are?” Matteo offered his hand. “Matteo Bianchi.” Damon shook it once. Firm. Controlled. “Elena’s fiancé,” Matteo added. For a brief second, Damon’s gaze returned to Elena. Something unreadable flashed across his expression. Then it was gone. “Congratulations,” Damon said calmly. Elena didn’t miss the faint sarcasm in his voice.

Seeing my lack of reaction, a flicker of unease passed through his eyes, but Sophia’s voice quickly pulled him back. When we reached my office, I ran into my mentor the moment I stepped out of the car. He lowered his voice. "Elena, the paperwork is finished. You’re on a flight the morning after tomorrow. Are you really not going to tell him?" I was about to answer when Damian rolled down the window. His tone was gentle but left no room for argument. "Elena, Sophia wants to spend some time by the ocean before she goes. About the wedding next month—we’ll just do a small, simple ceremony for now. I’ll make up the honeymoon to you next spring, okay?"

And once the wedding finally happened officially, Elena would lose every bit of importance she currently had inside that mansion. Eventually, Dominic would have no choice but to choose me publicly and permanently. Much later that night, I finally returned home feeling mentally exhausted. The mansion was quiet when I stepped inside, but the moment my eyes lifted toward the staircase area, my footsteps slowed immediately. Dominic stood there holding Nora carefully in his arms while she laid peacefully against his chest. And standing beside him was Elena. Lucas stood close beside her while holding onto her hand comfortably. The sight made something ugly twist violently inside me.

For one foolish moment, I wanted Matteo to say my name clearly enough to put me back where he had allowed another woman to sit, but his eyes moved from me to Vanessa, then settled on his wine. “Elena and I have an arrangement,” he said. “It helped both families.” Arrangement. Not wife. Not Donna. Not the woman whose brooch he had fastened, whose bed he shared, whose child she carried. Vanessa smiled at me with soft pity. “That makes sense. Matteo was always too serious for romance unless someone forced him into it.” I could have asked about the Donna-wing access, the missing signet, or the ceremony he had abandoned the moment she returned, but there was nothing elegant in bleeding at a dinne

“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.”

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.

Elena Carter, Damion's former fiancée, exuded beauty and confidence, her red gown fitting her shape flawlessly. Murmurs enveloped the space as she approached Carmela, her gaze shimmering with spite. "Look who we have here, if it isn’t the latest bride in town! Mrs. Blackwood, right?” Carmela raised her brow as she looked at the woman, “And you are?” “So, you’re the little girl Damion married,” Elena said, her voice sweet but dripping with venom, ignoring that Carmela had just asked who she was. “I have to admit, I didn’t think he’d go so low.”

Plain, ordinary Elena Rivers had been chosen by the Moon Goddess to be mated to an Alpha heir. "You feel it too," Damien had said. It wasn't a question. Elena had nodded, unable to speak. "What's your name?" "E-Elena Rivers," she'd stammered. He'd studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he'd nodded once, decisively. "We'll be married next month." Their wedding came, they had exchanged vows, Damien’s vows had been cold. "Alpha Damien Cross, do you take Elena Rivers as your mate and Luna? Do you promise to protect, cherish, and honour her all the days of your life?"