When Did Damon Fall In Love With Elena Novels & Stories

She came hard again, pussy gushing around him. Damian’s empire was collapsing fast. News articles started appearing about investigations. He lost two big clients. Money dried up again. At home he went from angry to begging. “Please, Elena. I love you. Don’t leave me like this,” he said one night, tears in his eyes. But she felt nothing. The man who traded her for power was now begging while his world burned. She was done fighting for a love that was never real. Elena lay in bed that night alone while Damian drank in the living room. Her phone lit up with a text from Victor: “Come stay with me. Freedom starts now.”

“Don’t leave me in this place. Not with them. Not tonight.” But Elena turned away. Each step felt like tearing her heart from her chest. At the doorway, she paused—just long enough to whisper a single sentence that shattered him completely. “You said love wasn’t part of the contract… but you made me fall anyway.” Then she disappeared into the rain. Damian’s breath caught in his chest. Vivienne looked shaken. Marcus smiled in victory. And Damian Cross—powerful, feared, merciless—fell to his knees on the rotting orphanage floor, breaking in a way he never had before.

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.

Hang in there, babe. She typed back quickly. I love you. I needed that. Elena appeared at the doorframe, knocking lightly. “Can I come in?” “Sure. You here to say what you couldn’t earlier?” Elena offered a tight smile. “I’ll try not to insult you. Both my boys are in love with you, Damon’s a wreck…” “Damon doesn’t love me. He left. Didn’t care.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment he didn’t respond, his gaze drifting to the rain-streaked window. “What about us?” he finally asked, his tone careful, almost guarded, like he was bracing for something he didn’t want to hear. Elena swallowed hard, gathering her courage. “This isn’t just sex for me anymore, Damien. I… I’m falling for you. Really falling. Every time we’re together, it feels like more than just sneaking around. It feels right. Like we could be something real if we weren’t so scared of what everyone else would think.”

Luca lunged forward. But Elena was already moving. She kicked open the balcony door and disappeared into the rain. By the time Luca reached the edge She was gone. Only darkness and storm clouds stretched across the skyline. Damon exhaled slowly. “Well,” he said. “That was exciting.” Luca ran a hand through his wet hair. “You could have been killed.” “Technically I almost was.” “You should have stayed back.” “You should have caught her.” Luca gave him a look. “Very helpful.”

“What’s not fair is that I listened to you. I trusted you. I let you poison my marriage.” My throat tightens. “Elena took you from me,” I cry suddenly, letting the tears spill. “We had a relationship, Damian. You promised me. You said you’d divorce her after three years, but then she got pregnant!” His chair scrapes loudly as he stands. “Stop,” he says flatly. “Just stop.” I shake my head, sobbing. “I loved you first," “You lied first,” he fires back. “You manipulated first. You destroyed first.”

My growl rumbles the books on the shelves, and I turn to follow my brother outside. “Stop,” Elana calls after us, but neither of us are listening. Damon is waiting for me in the parking lot, and I am reminded of the night he told me he loved her for the first time. He was ready to fight to the death for her, claiming that she was his fated mate. I refused to fight him then. I called him a pup and told him to move on with his life. When he refused to back down, I made him with my Alpha command. That was five years ago, and I was worried I might lose, but today… I will kill him.

Damien and I left the door slightly ajar, their soft breaths filling the silence as we stepped into the hall. I didn’t expect what came next. The moment we were outside, Damien moved. He pinned me gently against the wall, his body close but not crushing, his breath hot against my cheek. “Please, Elena,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “I want us to be a family again.” And then he kissed me. Not the desperate, soul-baring kiss from earlier, but one meant to ignite. To remind me. His mouth moved against mine with certainty, with memory. His hands found the places he knew, the spots that made me melt, the spots that betrayed me utterly.

And Damon stood on the sidelines, his eyes full of admiration. Posted: Thirty minutes ago. Caption: First time feeling real speed! Thanks to my Alpha for showing me a different world! I turned off my phone, a wave of nausea rolling in my stomach. It wasn't jealousy. It was heartache. The sound of the lock turning broke the silence. Damon was back. "Elena?" His voice echoed in the darkness. "You're home?" I didn't answer. He flipped on the living room lights. When he saw the shattered pieces on the floor, he froze.