Novel & Cerita Why Did Elena Choose Damon

“You’re a business woman who gets every project and grant she applies for because she knows exactly what the donors want. So how can you tell me you don’t know what Damien wants?” “What are you talking about?” I asked Elena, confused about she was trying to say and she walked up to me, her eyes still ice cold and her arms stil folded across her chest. “Are you truly clueless or do you not know that Damien Locke has started to have feelings for you?” She asked me and all I did was stare at her because the air felt weird. Elena never cared about my personal life. So why now? What did she stand to gain? Or worse. What was she up to this time?

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.

I said in a soft tone, Damien still looked displeased, but he eventually nodded and turned to Elena, “You’re staying with her the entire time.” Elena gasped dramatically. “You say that like I wouldn’t defend my Luna with my life.” Damien’s response was to glare at her until she looked down, and her face started to go beet red. I laughed softly despite myself, and Elena turned toward me triumphantly. “See? She likes me.” “I tolerate you,” Damien corrected flatly. “You’re just jealous because I’m charming.” Damien looked profoundly unconvinced, but I found myself smiling brightly again. Now that it was decided what we were going to do after breakfast, we ate with far more gusto.

Alpha Damon: A whole week away from her just to mess it all up three minutes after I reconnected with her. What was it about her any way that made her irresistible to me, besides the fact she was my mate? Was it her set body? That pair of breasts that stood out and looked to be calling out to me, and her hips that swayed whenever she walked, making me want to come up behind her and touch them. She wasn't the only beautiful lady in the Kingdom though, so that couldn't be it.

As soon as I heard the elevator's beep, I tried to walk out too, but Damien chased after me. Damien's POV. “Babe, babe please listen" I chased after Irene in the hallway. Irene was walking very fast but I was able to catch up with her. “ Don't touch me Damien! You wanted all this right? Roses, candles with a mistress" she blasted all at once pressing the elevator button repeatedly. I had no explanation, I lacked words. I knew she had seen Monica and I and the scene was not justifying. I wished I had words to explain to her.

“Victor.” “I am not here to talk to you,” I snarl at her with indifference. “Damon. You need to leave.” “He will not,” Elana butts in. “He is here with me.” “Listen, bro,” Damon smirks. “I am only here to watch over Elana. I don’t want any trouble.” “I am not your bro,” I growl. “Leave.” “He. Will. Not,” she hisses through her teeth.

It felt like I was doing a job that was already done, so I just moved toward the private study at the back of the house. The study was large, lined with bookshelves. On the massive desk sat a silver laptop and a neat stack of papers. As I dusted the edge of the desk, my elbow brushed against a leather folder, sending it sliding to the floor. The contents spilled across the dark hardwood. "Great, on my first day," I muttered, dropping to my knees to gather the papers. I froze as I heard footsteps approaching. I turned to look and saw it was Damien. "I told you to stay out of my way, Elena," he hissed. "Did you think I was joking? Did you think you could use my father to worm your way into my

“You can’t force me to marry you. That’s… that’s illegal. You can’t just buy people.” Damian finally looked up. His eyes were dark. Cold. There was no warmth left in them, only a sharp, calculating hate that made my skin crawl. He leaned back in his chair, studying me like I was a bug under a microscope. He wasn’t looking at me with love. He wasn’t looking at me with pity. He was looking at me with satisfaction. “I’m not forcing you, Elara,” he said. His voice was smooth, low, and dangerous. It was the kind of voice that could charm a room or destroy a life. “I’m giving you a choice. And unlike your father, I believe in honoring choices.”

“Before the first guest even arrived.” He knew all along. He’d switched the poisoned goblet and given it to Liam and Sarah. And he’d played along with Liam’s little drama just to watch me panic for him. “You psycho!” I was a mess of anger and relief, and I punched him weakly in the chest. Damon just leaned in close, his voice a low, predatory growl that vibrated through me. “So worried about your Alpha, little wolf? Tell me, Elena… are you falling for me?”

His dark hair was perfectly styled, his blue eyes scanning the crowd with disinterest. Until they landed on her. The world had stopped. Elena's heart had pounded so hard she thought it might burst. The thread between them pulled taut, snapping into place with an almost audible click. "Mate," her wolf had whispered, speaking for one of the last times. "He's our mate." Damien had crossed the room in long strides, the crowd parting for him like water. Elena had stood frozen, unable to believe this was happening to her. Plain, ordinary Elena Rivers had been chosen by the Moon Goddess to be mated to an Alpha heir.