Why Did Elena Choose Damon Novels & Stories

DAMIEN’S POV I decided to walk away from Elena because I felt like what we were doing was wrong and that was very funny because there was nothing wrong with what I was doing. There was nothing wrong with me wanting to spend some time with my mate, there was nothing wrong with me even wanting to be intimate with her. She belonged to me and I to her and nothing that anyone did could change that. As I walked further and further away from her room I stopped and asked myself what the hell I was doing, why was I walking away from my own mate? Why was I feeling like there was something wrong with being intimate with her? If she had been with someone else other than Lukas would I so easily walk away

he continues, unlocking his door, and pushing it open, “then, and even now, as I fear the choices I might make when it involves you.” Damon swiftly sweeps Lana into his arms in a bridal style, provoking a startled cry from her. “Damon!” “Shh, I'm so ravenous right now, baby.” He groans with a mischievous grin, carrying her to the large bed. He gazes into her eyes, his powerful body laying over her curvaceous one. “I’ve always wondered why Moon goddess specifically selected you for me until I learned your deepest fantasy. You are so perfect for me, Alana, and I will always protect you.” Alpha Damon confesses, his thumb gently wiping away a tear from Lana’s cheek.

BONUS DAMIEN The drive home was silent. Ellen was next to me in the car, but she was absorbed and focused on her phone. I guessed that she was checking on her brothers in Brazil. It was at that moment that I began to calculate what I was doing. Ellen wasn't like the others I'd met. She couldn't be. She hadn't done me any harm and she even cared about me. So what right did I have to snatch away what little hope she still had? left? If she wanted to believe in love, she should have that right. But at the same time, I'd never wanted any woman like I wanted her. No I couldn't forget her easily.

she said, and she proceeded to stretch her hands to give me the letter. I was skeptical. Who could be sending me a letter? I collected the letter from her waiting hands, and as soon as I saw the stamp on it, my heart started racing. This letter was sent by someone from the Moonshine Pack; there was no mistaking this. “You can leave now,” I said, and Mabel left immediately. I opened the letter with shaky hands, and my eyes went wide open when I read its contents. It was a letter from Damon; he was ordering me to come back to the pack in a week. The fact was that Mia cheated on him and rejected him after six years of marriage.

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.

They know you're here. Lucian swore. "Need to go." But Damien didn't move. Just stared at his sister. "Come with us. Right now." "I can't." "Yes, you—" "I'm not asking." Elena pressed something on her phone. The church doors slammed shut. Locks clicked. Through boarded windows, Celeste saw movement. Shadows. "What did you do?" Damien whispered. "What I had to do." Elena backed away. "They gave me a choice. My life or yours."

Valeria met her at the door, crossing her arms. “What do you want, Elena?” “I came to see you,” Elena said softly. “To apologize.” Ares appeared behind Valeria, his tone cold. “You have ten seconds.” Elena’s eyes glistened. “Please. Just hear me out. I never wanted any of this to happen. Damien—he threatened me. He said he’d hurt my family if I didn’t help him.” Valeria’s voice was sharp. “You lied to me. You were my friend, and you betrayed me for a man like him.”

“And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.” Elena tried to look indifferent, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed. She pressed her thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flushed she was. Damon brought her closer to the VIP ropes as the music played around them, they shared an electrifying connection through their personal space. “You’ve been teasing me for six months, Elena,” he growled softly. “Your office attire shows off your curves while you bend over my desk. You argue with me because you know it turns me on.”

Elena looked at him for a long moment, feeling something in her chest crack open in a way that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with the particular ache of being wanted, completely and without qualification, by a man who had finally learned how to say so honestly. “I’m not ready to answer you tonight,” she said finally. “Not because I don’t feel something. Because I need this decision to come from clarity, not from the adrenaline of watching two men stand on a terrace over me like I’m a negotiation.” She held his gaze steadily. “Go home, Damian. Let me finish my dinner. And trust me enough to believe that whatever I decide, I’ll decide it because it’s true, not because you s

"Yes. I was crying. I tried to push you away and told you we were making a mistake." Damiano's hand trembled around the phone. "Damiano?" Elena's voice came through again, sharp and insistent. "Damiano, are you still there? Please don't listen to her; she's lying to you.” Damiano looked down at the phone in his hand and then back at me. I could see the war happening behind his eyes. He wanted to believe Elena because she was the woman he loved; I was just the replacement and the sister nobody wanted. I took a shaky breath. "Ask her why she agreed to it. Ask her why she didn't tell you before the wedding.”