Who Does Elena End Up With In Vampire Diaries Books 소설 & 이야기

You just suffer in silence, pining for a woman who doesn't want you, and expect everyone around you to watch and do nothing! Gabriel's jaw tightens. "This conversation is over." "No. It's not. Because you need to hear this." Vanessa's voice drops. "Elena doesn't love you anymore. She's marrying someone else in a few weeks. And when that happens, when you're standing there alone watching her pledge herself to Marcus, you're going to regret pushing me away." "If that day comes, I'll handle it. But Vanessa, whether Elena loves me or not, doesn't change anything between us. We're colleagues. That's all we've ever been."

“Find Kael.” He nodded and in minutes he turned toward me. “He's in trouble, he's by the boundary, a few minutes from here but he have to hurry if we want to stop her.” I cocked my head to the side. “Her?” “Yes, he says that Luca is dead and Elena took his powers and wants revenge.” For some reasons hearing that it was Elena who was behind all of this made me feel even sicker. Luca could be reasoned with, but Elena? Elena was the devil.

She’d kept it locked away, just as I’d tried to do with mine. “You were?” Elena’s eyes grew distant, lost in memories she’d probably tried to forget. “Long ago, before you were even born. I was young then, foolish enough to believe that love could conquer the barriers between social classes.” She moved to sit down, suddenly looking every one of her years. “I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have. Someone far above my station.” An Alpha? A Beta at least. “Who?” I asked. “Alpha Benjamin.” The name came out like a prayer, full of old pain and older love. “Ulysses’s father.”

“I am Elena Alexandrovna. I am the daughter of one of the most powerful Makkari elders in this coven and Armand is my chosen mate. We had plans to be wed until you waltz in with your cunning spell and took him from me. You will regret this! I swear!” Jealousy is such an ugly emotion to most people. Even for Elena who looks like she was going to explode and the bright blush she painted on her cheek was blending in with her redden angry face. In this case, Elena’s was shaking and even Rosa knew not to aggravate the vampire lady who seems to hate her guts. “I..uhm.. I need to go now. Please excuse me.” Rosa flinched when she was reaching out to her with her painted claw like nails. Luckily, her

She'd heard it before in the whispers from the basement. Lena wants me to bond with her. To be hers. She says it's for the pack. But it's not. It's for her. I can't. I won't. I love Elias. She'll never forgive me for that. Nell closed the journal. Her heart pounded. Elara loved someone named Elias. Lena wanted Elara for herself. Lena killed her. And now Lena had brought Nell here. Why? She pressed her ear to the floorboards. Knock. Knock. Knock.

The mansion was unusually quiet that evening. Elena sat alone in the study connected to Adrian’s private library, a thick folder on the polished wooden desk in front of her. The soft glow of the desk lamp shone on the stack of documents she had been staring at for twenty minutes. The marriage contract. When she had signed it weeks ago everything had happened fast. She had been humiliated by Victor’s betrayal. Then Adrian Blackwood appeared with a proposal that changed her life in one night.

She felt if she didn’t get to Viva, she would lose it. She had been raging since the speech given by Volk after the full moon . She just couldn’t believe that she wasn’t going to be love of Volk. Elena felt that Volk was now hers. This time,. It was more than just a revenge plan from her daughter and the high witch. She felt like she had missed out on the only opportunity in her life to really be in love. Elena didn’t really love Dame Grace's father. The reason she had actually Married Dame Grace’s father was because her father begged her. If it were to be by choice Elena would not have married him.

He strode to the chair opposite her desk and sank into it, spreading his frame with careless authority. It took Elena a moment before her eyes flicked up and met his. A slow smile curled on her lips, deliberate, practiced. She pressed a kiss, quick, teasing against the student’s mouth. “Later,” she murmured to him, dismissing him with a lazy wave. The boy slid off the desk, tossing her a wink and a mouthed ‘call me’. He left without sparing Raymond a glance. Raymond leaned back, his voice flat. “Another human?” Elena arched a brow, unfazed. “What more can a woman with a dead mate do? I make my own happiness where I can.”

, The words cut sharper than any slap. But Elena didn’t flinch. She smiled. “That depends on who’s still standing at the end”, Viper blinked, just once, but Elena caught it. The smallest crack. She stepped forward. “Tell your fiancé something for me”, Viper raised a brow. Elena’s eyes blazed. “His son isn’t done with you yet”, And with that, she walked away. Toward war. Toward truth. Toward Damien. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Elena leaves the gala, her burner phone buzzes again. This time, it’s not a message.