Novel & Cerita When Do They Find Out Elena Is Sired To Damon

My hand was cold, but Elijah’s warm grip anchored me to the world. “Thank God,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re awake.” My lips parted. “The baby?” A tear slipped down his cheek. “Still here. Still fighting. It’s a miracle.” Relief crashed through me, and I sobbed quietly into the pillow. “Elena… you need to tell him,” Elijah pleaded. “Damien owes you too much. He has to know you’re pregnant.” I turned my face away. “He cheated on me with Isabella. He believed her lies but not me, his wife. He didn’t even come when I fainted. Did he?”

Outside, warriors’ voices carried through the thin walls of the tent, talking about the Eastern Pack, about a war brewing on another front and about the King wanting more men on the border by the next full moon. During the day I walked around the camp studying everything, possibly an escape from this place, but more than once my eyes drifted toward the kitchen, searching to see if I could see Elowen so badly. Each time I caught myself doing it, disgust crawled up my throat. She is Northern, I reminded myself, she is nothing but a means to an end, same as everyone else in this frozen hole. Later that evening she was late coming back to the tent. I told myself I didn’t care…I told myself it me

Elisa repeated slowly, her voice hollow with disbelief. “Daddy?” Her gaze shifted from Luca to Damian. Damian didn't deny it. Instead, he smiled—slowly. Slyly. A quiet, unmistakable pride flickered in his eyes. Before Elisa can interrogate him further— Footsteps. Many of them. The doors of the estate swung open and over twenty cooperatively dressed individuals flood inside, their expressions shining with barely contained excitement. They crowded in behind Damian, peering eagerly over his shoulder, craning their necks to catch sight of Luca in his arms.

“Back then… I was angry. Disappointed. You couldn’t give me a male heir. It was a stupid reason—I know. And I betrayed you, El. I married another woman.” Tears welled in Elena’s eyes. “So… you betrayed me?” Damian nodded slowly, regret carved across his face. “Yes. And I’ve regretted it ever since. When we divorced… you were pregnant…” Elena pressed a hand to her chest; it hurt to breathe. “I… was pregnant? With who?” “With me,” Damian said faintly. “You left while carrying my child. And that child is Alva.” Elena stared blankly. Memory fragments flickered—an infant’s cry, the smell of a hospital, someone else’s embrace. A sharp throb shot through her head. She pressed her forehead; her body

My former home was now just a cold, empty shell. I searched frantically for Elara. She was my last hope. I found her three days later in a luxury boutique. She was on the arm of another Alpha, smiling like a flower in bloom. “Elara!” I rushed forward and grabbed her wrist. She shook me off in disgust, like I was something filthy. “I have some news, Damon,” she said, her smile sweet, but colder than a snake. “I’m pregnant.” My heart hammered. “Is… is it my child?”

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.

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

In fact, both sides adored me now and I was a role model to other hybrids like myself. “There you are,” Damon said, coming from behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He inhaled my scent and kissed me on my neck. I smiled and relaxed into him. “Everyone has been searching for you.” Sure enough, my son ran in after him and started to scream. “Mom, mom. Aunt Tiffanie has a boyfriend,” he said with excitement, like he had just uncovered a hidden secret. Damon and I started to laugh. It was no surprise that Tiffanie and lord Tyrel were now engaged to be married. Only one night with him and she had fallen in love. I always teased her for it.

She couldn't be. Yet, I was unable to get rid of the anger that was slowly growing in my chest. There, stewing, winding through my mind, as I attempted to concentrate on Damien. "Elara?" The voice of the nurse brought me to my senses. I opened my eyes and saw that she was grasping my results in her hand. "Yes?" I asked, scarcely able to maintain my voice. “You are a perfect match,” said she with a smile. “Your bone marrow is an exact match of Damien.”

The moment his words ended, the secretary’s second call came in. “Sir, the lawyer representing Madam just contacted us.” Damien’s breathing stopped for a moment. “Other than matters regarding the lawsuit and necessary property division, Elena refuses any form of private meeting with you or Mr. Luca. “And regarding ownership of the antique pistol, she intends to pursue the matter personally to the very end.”