When Do They Find Out Elena Is Sired To Damon Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

“Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you had plenty of time to reach out. Yet somehow, we’re only hearing about this now.” Damon shifts beside me. “Mom—” “What?” she snaps, her eyes blazing with barely contained frustration. “You want me to shut up? To keep it down? To think before I speak so your delicate wife won’t be offended? What exactly do you want me to do, Damon? What exactly?” “I knew this was a mistake!” Damon drops his fork with a loud clang and stands up. “Come on, Elara. Let’s go. I don’t think I have the appetite for their food anymore.”

I sneered with derision, saying, "You were the one who betrayed me, your mate, first, Damon. What right do you have to question me now?" "I never betrayed you, Elena!" he protested desperately. Liam wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and asked with chilling scorn, "You didn't betray Elena, huh? Who is the father of the pup Isabelle is carrying, then? It couldn't possibly be a blessing from the Moon Goddess, right?" Damon's gaze flickered as he struggled to find an excuse. He then began to spin his tale, saying, "Y-You have to understand that Isabelle and I were just—"

No wonder I had ended up like this. " Though we are twins, we have different fathers " Damien continued, too bored to taunt me any further. " That was what scared Elena. She didn't want to lose her husband's affection, even though she didn't love him, she didn't want to go back to living in the slums with her parents. So she did what she thought was right, she took the baby she thought had her lover's DNA and she had him sent off, to be killed "

Ivy blinked in surprise, and she asked curiously, “Already? How is that possible?” Liam stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Tara’s shoulders, and he said warmly, “Word travels fast in a pack this size. Especially when the Alpha’s secret is exposed in front of everyone.” He paused for effect, and then he added, “And there is more news.” Ivy looked at him with curiosity, and she asked eagerly, “What news?” Tara’s grin widened, and she said, her voice practically bursting with excitement, “Damon really did a paternity test with Serena’s pup, and guess what?” She paused for dramatic effect, and then she announced triumphantly, “It came out negative.”

"I was in the hospital, Damon. You knew that." "Oh, I knew something kept you away. I just didn't know what new scheme you were cooking up with the Prince." His eyes narrowed, appraising her. "Or is it schemes? You seem to have become quite…close to Prince Kaelen recently. Does he know you carry my heir?" "Heirs," Elara corrected quietly, unable to stop the words from escaping. The information hung in the air, a silent bomb. Damon's expression shifted, the sneer momentarily replaced by something akin to shock. "Heirs? What heirs? You're carrying one child, as we arranged. Don’t start spouting nonsense."

**The Storm Returns** Dawn was breaking when the door to the suite opened without a knock. Elena Voss swept in like she owned the place, dressed in immaculate cream silk, diamonds glittering at her throat. Her eyes landed on me in the bed, then on Damien sitting protectively beside me. “So it’s true,” she said coldly. “You’ve impregnated the little whore.” Damien stood immediately, positioning himself between us. “Get out.” Elena ignored him, focusing on me with a predatory smile. “You poor thing. Bleeding already? This life isn’t for you, Isla. A child deserves stability. Not whatever twisted game my ex-husband is playing.”

“I’m so happy to see you. It’s been such a long time.” Damian stepped back, as if her presence burned. His voice came out hard and cold. “What the hell are you doing in my house? Did I not warn you that if I ever saw you again, you’d regret it?” Elena frowned, looking between them. “Damian,” she interjected, “she’s pregnant. With your child. You don’t have to be rude to her.” Damian’s eyes snapped toward his sister, a glare so sharp that Elena flinched. “Don’t speak about what you don’t understand,” he said quietly, dangerously.

“This cunt was made for me. My forbidden blood. My wife.” He fucked me harder then. His hips snapped as his cock slammed deep. The wet sounds of our bodies filled the villa. I came, screaming, my walls pulsing around his thick shaft. He followed with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and pumping me full of hot, thick cum. We stayed locked together, breathing each other in. ═══❖═══ Damien POV – Six Months Later Elena walked along the beach at sunset, five months pregnant. Her belly was rounded with my child, the evidence of our sin growing inside her. She was fucking radiant.

I try again. “Don’t come near me!” she screams, voice cracking like glass. “You already killed one of my children. You don’t get to destroy me twice.” Her mother clutches her, horrified, confused. “Elena—Damian has a child?” “He has Angela, Mom.” Elena spits the name like poison. “He stole my daughter’s name, if not my daughter.” I feel the words like knives. “Elena, for God’s sake—listen to me—she’s not Isabelle’s child!”