When Does Elena Tell Damon She Loves Him นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Becoming Luna.” The question caught me off guard. And I looked ahead for a moment while I thought about her question. Honestly, I did not know. I hadn’t really allowed myself to dwell on exactly what I felt about it. All I knew was that I loved Damien with all my heart and to me, that was more than enough. “I still don’t think it feels real yet.” Elena hummed softly like she expected that answer. “That’s a pretty normal feeling.” “How would you know, have you been here before?”

“We stand together. That never changes.” Her breath caught, a warmth spreading through her chest. The chaos, the betrayal, the uncertainty—it all felt distant when he spoke that way. He drew her closer, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, lingering kiss that spoke of promises and possession, of battles won and battles yet to come. Her hands tangled in his hair, and for a brief, fleeting moment, the world outside ceased to exist. But the moment shattered when Elena’s voice crackled over the secure line. “Damon, you need to see this. Now.”

Instead, he said, “You know I love you. You know, I have never wanted to be in a relationship with anyone until I found you, until I met you. And you know just how deep my commitment to you is.” Elena’s sweet smile deepened, her eyes drinking in every word. “And you know,” Damien added, pressing the final nail in, “that I would never, never, ever....cheat on you, darling.” There were cheers then, cheers and clapping, like he had just performed some grand act of loyalty. The girls cooed and oohed, voices dripping with envy and adoration. “I knew, darling,” Elena said, loud enough for everyone to hear, as if she weren’t the same girl who had just accused me of sleeping with her boyfriend. And

But the tension crackled like live wire. By 10:30 p.m., Elena slipped away to the secluded faculty lounge on the upper floor. Minutes later, the door opened and locked behind her. Damien didn’t speak. He simply crossed the room in three strides, slammed her against the wall, and kissed her like a man possessed. “Been hard since I saw you in this fucking dress,” he growled, shoving the fabric up her hips. No panties. She’d planned for this. His fingers found her already soaked, sliding two thick digits deep inside her with a wet squelch.

"But, I don't want to see it that way, Eli, I don't think I can see you as my sister, no one has the thoughts I have towards you for their sister." My free hand roamed her body as I tried to find her waist, finally finding it, I grabbed her and pulled her closer to me. Her body heat warming me up, this is a feeling I could get used to. "I planned to say this after the wedding but I'm in love with you, Eli." That time was disrupted when Elisa wiggled her way out of my grip and pushed me off. "Damon, between us, it's nothing but business, I'll pretend I didn't hear all that you said just now, please leave." Eli dismissed me in a harsh tone.

Her heart beat faster with the contact. When she managed to stand up, she can’t help staring at him as he stared at her too. They both stayed like that for a long while, silent. Inside Ellaine’s head, she was so confused with her feelings. How could she be captured by the look of his eyes? In her eyes, he was no longer the irritating Finrod. It somehow changed but she don’t quite know the direction it may go. Yntreia’s voice stopped her mind. “You know, I’m really getting hungry.”

“You should’ve opened with that.” Elijah smiled thinly. “I wanted to see if you’d arrive at it on your own.” I turned to Damon then, finally meeting his eyes. This wasn’t just his decision, and he knew it. His jaw was clenched, his gaze dark, but there was no attempt to stop me. No command. No claim. Only trust. “Say no,” Elijah said lightly, as though offering mercy, “and we all walk away disappointed.” Damon’s jaw tightened further. I straightened my shoulders.

He didn’t answer. Because both of us knew what was true.” He would have never set me free. And then there was silence between us, heavy with things unsaid. Then Damian leaned in even farther and lowered his voice. “Elena”, he says, “he deserves to know me. My throat tightened. “And when you’re bored of playing father, what do you do?” His eyes flashed. “I do not tire of what is mine, Sete.”

his voice dropped, laced with raw temptation, "will you, Elara? Mate with me. Be my Luna. And leave your past to burn." He wasn't forcing me. He was giving me a choice. I closed my eyes. The image of Ethan and Selena embracing flashed in my mind. His words echoed: It's only for the power in her bloodline. To hell with fated mates. To hell with ten years of waiting. "I will," I said, opening my eyes, my gaze firm. The moment the words left my lips, Damon's aura exploded. He stopped holding back. His powerful Alpha scent crashed over me like a tsunami.

Lucian nodded in agreement, and Ella smiled softly, understanding the weight of Damian’s decision, “She’s adjusting well… and I think she’s finally happy.” Just as Ella was about to leave the study, two energetic voices echoed through the room. Elina and Damon came running, laughing and holding hands, their joy uncontained. Elina stopped mid-run and called out, “Father!” before rushing forward to wrap herself around Damian’s chest. Damian chuckled, holding her tightly. “Well, hello there, little princess.” Damon, a little shy but smiling, followed. “Greets, Father… We have been waiting for as promised"