Romans & histoires When Do They Find Out Elena Is Sired To Damon

The elders exchanged looks at one another, then to Dixon, who nodded slowly and smiled as a sign of hope. "Dixon and Elena are destined mate which had been odinared by the moon goddess. She lied to all of us as the lycan wolf, which she is not, but the mating ceremony was more special to prove how divine they are. She had wrong us all, but she needs to be protected. She has never been a threat or harmful since the very first day, Dixon brought her in, and well, she's carrying the heir to the throne. I seek mercy on her behalf." Momma explained.

Because Damian wasn’t describing an heiress. He was describing Elena. Like he had finally started seeing her after the marriage was already over. Jack spoke cautiously. “The DNA verification came directly from Whitmore medical teams.” Damian barely reacted. “She’s still Elena.” The words came low but something fractured quietly underneath them because for the first time since the divorce, Damian was being forced to confront something far more dangerous than losing Elena. He was being forced to confront the possibility that he had never actually known her at all. Damian spoke without looking at him. “I want everything.”

"She wanted me specifically." "Not you specifically. Any woman married to Damien would do. But you were the one who happened to show up at the clinic that day." Sienna moved toward me, hands outstretched. "Elena, I'm so sorry. When I found those letters, I didn't know what to do. I was terrified my father would find out I'd seen them. Terrified of what Natasha might do if she knew I knew." "So you kept quiet," Marcus said, disbelief in his voice. "You knew Elena's pregnancy was orchestrated, and you said nothing?"

Every word from him felt like shards of glass cutting into her heart. He stepped closer, his tone sharp. “Avery now lives with me, so you must behave if you want to still have a place here.” Elena let out a bitter laugh. “Quite convenient for you both,isn’t it? .” Her response seemed to strike a nerve. Damien’s eyes darkened. “Even now, you’re still making trouble?” “I’m not!” she cried. “I’m telling the truth, I am pregnant for you!” Damien folded his arms, his expression cold and dismissive. “If that’s so, then prove it. Go outside and kneel in the rain. Do that until it stops, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll believe a word you say.”

“We used to be like that too, cara. Going at it multiple times in one night.” Elena’s glare deepened. “I don’t need the walk down memory lane.” Damien stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “So who’s the dad?” Elena shrugged, voice perfectly even. “A random hot stranger.” Then, she met his gaze head-on and added truthfully, “No one worth talking about.” Damien’s grip on his whiskey glass tightened. The idea of Elena in another man’s arms… giving birth to another man’s child… made something dark coil inside him.

Elena's voice wavered, her eyes pleading for some semblance of clarity in the chaos of their twisted relationship. Damon merely shrugged, his expression unreadable. "My plans are nearing fruition. It would be advantageous to have a Granger heir in your womb. But if that fails... I will find another way." Elena's throat felt tight, her breath catching in her chest. She realized then that she was merely a pawn in Damon's sinister game, a means to an end in his relentless pursuit of power and control. "Now, prepare yourself. We have somewhere to be," Damon commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

The moment the door opened, his first thought was of Victoria. He rushed to her bedside and picked up the newborn pup. His eyes were full of joy. "He looks just like you," he said softly. "So beautiful." Then he paused, a strange thought drifting through his mind. He wondered who Elena's baby would look like. If it was a girl, she would probably look more like her. She would be even more beautiful. After lulling the pup to sleep, Damien turned to leave. A full day had passed. It was time to bring Elena to the clinic.

That's when everything unravelled. Paul discovered Elena's blood type didn't match his own—a revelation that shattered our fragile family unit. Every day, his suspicion grew, he secretly conducted a DNA test and confronted me with the truth: Elena wasn't his biological daughter. Betrayal hung heavy in the air as he demanded answers, he was shattered and needed me to tell him exactly what happened, he was so pained because he had already loved Elena deeply.

But she nodded once, filing the information away with the same cold precision she'd learned from watching Damian navigate every crisis since the night they'd met. "We need Elias Row's daughter," Elena said, turning to Damian the moment Adrian rose to leave. "If she has proof of what actually happened, we control the story before your father ever gets the chance to twist it." Something fierce and proud moved across Damian's face, the same look he'd worn at the altar, watching her speak vows neither of them had planned to mean as fully as they had. "You're thinking like your father already," he said.

"Crimes including deliberately suppressing a Silvermoon heir. Forcing her into false omega designation through chemical manipulation. Attempting murder when she escaped your control. Should we discuss those actions, Marcus? In front of the council?" Murmurs rippled through the gathered wolves. Elder Thorne raised his hand for silence. "These are serious accusations, Moretti. Can you substantiate them?" "I can provide medical evidence showing decades of suppressant herbs in Elena's system. Can produce testimony from healers who examined her. Can demonstrate that Silvercrest has been hiding a Silvermoon heir for twenty-one years while claiming the bloodline was extinct." "Lies," Alpha Marcus s