Novel & Cerita Why Did Elena Choose Damon

the staff chorused in unison, several of them actually bowing. Damien gave a curt, dismissive wave of his hand, his stride unbreakable. But then, his eyes locked onto Elena. For a split second, the titan faltered. He looked at her—really looked at her. He took in the way her hair caught the light, the curve of her waist in her professional attire, and the intelligent, steady spark in her eyes. How did she grow up to look this beautiful? The thought flashed through his mind, unbidden and dangerous.

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

They’d learned when not to poke the beast. “Dante doesn’t get to win this game,” I snapped, turning to face them. “He wants me paranoid, second-guessing myself. Fine. Let him think I’ve lost my edge. But we’re going to hit him where it hurts.” My eyes flicked to the laptop on the table, the plan forming as clearly as if it had been waiting for me all along. “Elena. She’s the key. He’ll do anything to protect her. So we’ll use her.”

She paused, stepping closer but to Damon's left side. “Do you remember the question you asked me that night? If Adrian satisfies me.” Damon said nothing, his head straight, staring into the wall. Elena’s chest tightened. She forced the rest out anyway. “He doesn’t,” her voice cracked hard. “He’s a good man. Yes. A good friend. But he’s not my lover.” She paused. Damon didn't say a word yet, nor a reaction. “Sometimes I even feel like he’s someone else’s. Like he already loves another person and that’s why I can’t get any real love out of him. He’s not for me.”

Elder said as he looked towards Damon. "Tell me your choice, so I can give you punishment according to it." Damon looks at Elders with hatred eyes; he really respects the elder, but now he is hating him; he doesn't want to see his face; he is taking Ashley away from him. But Damon knows he is not in the place to fight; if he tries, he can never see Ashley again.

“I agree. There’s a difference between showing development and suggesting nobody knows what they’re doing. We can decide what makes the final campaign after we see the footage.” Damian nodded. “Good.” By the second attempt, he was certain Serena understood every effort he made to shift their exchanges toward familiarity and was deliberately refusing to follow him there. The meeting continued for nearly an hour. Serena disagreed with Daniel about simulator time, negotiated with Elena over media days that conflicted with Ellis Atelier commitments, and questioned Malcolm about what she could discuss publicly regarding prototypes. With everyone else, she remained unmistakably herself. With Damia

“So… this is where you two first met?” Elena nodded slowly and closed her eyes. The sunlight cast a soft glow on her delicate face, painting her features with a quiet sadness. “Back then,” she said, her lips trembling, “he told me, ‘Elena, when we grow up, I want you to be my bride.’” Her voice broke, and when she opened her eyes again, tears had already begun streaming down her cheeks. Stephan clenched his fists. “Unbelievable. Even as a kid, Damien knew how to charm girls—and you actually believed him?”

ELENA The air between us had shifted in the last few minutes. Damian had that look in his eyes—the one that made my heart race a little faster, the one that made everything feel intense. I could feel the heat building between us, the space between us closing as the conversation turned from casual to something deeper, something that made my stomach flutter. I knew what I wanted. I had made up my mind long before tonight. Tonight, I was going to lose my virginity to Damian. He was the one I wanted, the one I always wanted, and after everything we’d been through, I didn’t care anymore.

Damian followed moments later, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot pulses of cum, groaning her name against her neck. They stayed locked together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat despite the morning coolness. Damian’s hand stroked lazily down her back, possessive even in the afterglow. “You’re ruining me for anyone else,” Elena whispered, resting her forehead against his. In the quiet moment, she reflected on her old life — the mechanical, unsatisfying nights with Marcus, the years of feeling unseen. This morning hunger with Damian felt like true freedom. Like being truly wanted.

We were right there, on the edge of everything coming off. But then Vivienne’s face flashed in my mind, and Liam’s too. The risk hit me hard. If I pushed Elena away now, after her confession, she might turn against me and I desperately needed her on my side against Damien. I couldn’t lose that. So I slowed it down instead. I spread her legs wider, my fingers rubbing slow circles on her inner thighs, teasing close but not quite there. She moaned, deep and needy. “Damon, please,” she breathed, pulling me into another kiss, deep and hungry. “Don’t tease me. I need you.”