When Does Elena Tell Damon She Loves Him の小説・ストーリー

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.

One afternoon, as she wandered through a local park, her phone buzzed with a text from Damien: Dinner tonight. Something special. Be ready by seven. She smiled, her heart fluttering with anticipation. That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Damien led Elena to a rooftop garden overlooking the city. Fairy lights twinkled above them, casting a soft glow over the intimate setting. “This is beautiful,” Elena whispered, her breath catching as she took in the scene. “You deserve beautiful things,” Damien said, his voice low. They sat together, the world fading away as they shared stories, laughter, and quiet moments of connection.

A hint of vulnerability creeps into Eli's tone as he searches Damon's eyes for any sign of insincerity or hesitation. Damon's expression softens with tenderness as he listens to Eli's heartfelt question. He leans in closer, cupping Eli's cheek gently as he gazes intensely into those captivating hazel eyes. Eli, I want nothing more than for this to be real between us. More than just fun, more than a fleeting encounter. Damon's earnest words send a warmth blooming through Eli's chest, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears. He leans instinctively into Damon's tender touch, savoring the comforting heat of his palm against his skin.

Finally, Damon spoke again. "I need you to know something, Sera. No matter what happened with Elena, no matter what Lyra revealed about the past, you are the person I love most now. You are my true mate. My destined partner." His voice steadied with conviction. "Nothing can change that. Nothing will ever change that." I wanted to believe him. Desperately wanted to accept his words and let them heal the wounds between us. But I couldn't stop thinking about how he had looked at Elena's face. The way his voice broke when he spoke about her sacrifice. The guilt that consumed him when he remembered what she had given up for him.

He was standing behind Liam and me, his gaze locked on our clasped hands. Liam’s eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" I turned. There was Damon, standing in the falling snow, a black coat draped over his shoulders, his face as pale as a ghost. He was holding a small velvet box. Inside was the ruby I had shattered. "Elena," he said, his voice hoarse. "Come here." I didn't move. Liam stepped in front of me. "And you are?" he asked, his tone unfriendly. My voice was calm. "Just someone I used to know."

I was glad that finally we are beginning to be honest with each other. “I am done hiding, Gwen. I love you.” He told me. I began to cry and allowed Damian to put his arms around me. “I love you, too.” At last, I am no longer afraid to admit what I feel for this man. It took me a while. But now, I am sure. I love Damian Marcus Olson.

And for the first time since I had known him, in the lecture hall, his office, his kitchen, his hallway, I watched Adrian Cole go completely still. Not his controlled stillness. Something older than that. Something that lived in the body before the mind had time to manage it. “Vivienne,” he said. One word. Her name. Flat and contained and costing him something I could see even if I could not name it. Her eyes came to me. “You must be Elena,” she said. Like she already knew. Like she had known before she crossed the room. “Yes,” I said. She extended her hand. Her grip was light. Her fingers were cool.

“You’ll have about thirty seconds before they realize you’re gone.” Elena looked at the note one last time. Trust the man you wanted to hate. Did Adrian mean Damien? Or someone else entirely? Questions chased one another through Elena’s mind as rapidly as her heartbeat. Adrian had never been careless with his words. If he had written that message, then every word carried intention. She replayed every conversation she had shared with Damien since the divorce papers appeared. He had never pressured her. He had never demanded her trust. He had simply remained patient, offering only enough information to keep her moving forward.

“Because I have a proposition for you. Meet me for lunch. Today. At The Ivy. One o’clock. Just us girls.” “I don’t think—” “Oh, come on, Elara,” she interrupted. “Don’t be shy. We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other. Damian and I go way back. I know things about him. Things you might want to know. Like why he really married you.” My grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?” “Meet me,” she said. “And I’ll tell you everything. Including where your father’s money really went.” She hung up.