Novel & Cerita Why Was Elena Sired To Damon

To have her, he had thrown down his biggest bargaining chip. Half the resources of the Black Forest Pack. The moment my father heard the offer, the fury in his eyes was instantly replaced by greed. He had always planned to use his daughters to forge alliances. This was an offer with no downside, one he could never refuse. Moreover, the Black Forest Pack was far stronger than the Silver Moon Pack. To be chosen by Damien was like a gift from the heavens. "Done!" Father didn't hesitate for a second. "Since Alpha Damien is so devoted to Selene, this union is settled. Elara, you will be mated to Liam."

But she nodded once, filing the information away with the same cold precision she'd learned from watching Damian navigate every crisis since the night they'd met. "We need Elias Row's daughter," Elena said, turning to Damian the moment Adrian rose to leave. "If she has proof of what actually happened, we control the story before your father ever gets the chance to twist it." Something fierce and proud moved across Damian's face, the same look he'd worn at the altar, watching her speak vows neither of them had planned to mean as fully as they had. "You're thinking like your father already," he said.

"Elena, I can explain—" "Explain what? That you were drunk? Overcome with lust? Or did you mistake her for me? Damien, none of that changes the fact that you completed the sacred Mating Bite with her. You should know that after what you've done, there's no going back for us. Ever." "Elena, do you have to be like this?" "And what is this, exactly?" I challenged. "Did you mate with her only to find out she wasn't what you thought she'd be? Or did you finally get what you wanted, and now you miss the girl who used to follow you around like a shadow?"

Damon still continued. “There’s something you don’t know. Something I have been trying to make you understand, even though I tried to tell you too late.” She took her eyes off the sky slowly, but she still didn’t turn to him. “You…” he whispered, the word cracking slightly, “you really are the woman from my dream, Elena.” Elena almost turned to him in surprise, but she held herself back. “The woman in a prophecy,” he continued, “the only woman destined to ever carry my child.”

“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?”

Damien had his arm around her, fingers playing with the silver tower necklace she never took off. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he said quietly. Elena looked up at him. “I want to adopt Leo legally,” he continued. “Make it official. I want him to have my name. I want him to know without any doubt that I’m his father and I’m never leaving.” Tears pricked Elena’s eyes. She nodded, throat tight with emotion. “I think he’d love that,” she whispered. “And… I would too.” Damien pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head.

"Two years ago, Elena became mates with your uncle! She is the rightful Luna of the Blackwood family. You will show her respect, got it?" Caleb's face instantly turned as white as paper. "No… impossible…" he muttered. "Uncle Damian has always been indifferent to women. How could he possibly marry her?" "Elena, you're doing this to spite me, aren't you? It's my fault, I made you wait too long, but you can't drag your elders into this!" It was understandable that he wouldn't believe it. His uncle, Damian, was notoriously picky. For years, it seemed no one, not even a female mosquito, had ever gotten close to Damian.

“Now, that’s a term I haven’t heard in... oh, decades.” Then he chuckles to himself, a sound that makes my skin crawl. “Elena’s little secret. Elara’s shameful bloodline.” His eyes brighten with renewed malice. “You see, Your Highness, Elena didn’t elope with just any rogue. She eloped with an Eclipse Born. That’s why her father let the bastard child live instead of drowning her at birth like he should have.” “What does it mean?”

I try again. “Don’t come near me!” she screams, voice cracking like glass. “You already killed one of my children. You don’t get to destroy me twice.” Her mother clutches her, horrified, confused. “Elena—Damian has a child?” “He has Angela, Mom.” Elena spits the name like poison. “He stole my daughter’s name, if not my daughter.” I feel the words like knives. “Elena, for God’s sake—listen to me—she’s not Isabelle’s child!”

Then, I booked the earliest ticket back. When I stepped out, I passed the lounge. The door was half open, and I heard Ella's voice. "Damon… you and her… there's really nothing between you?" she asked. There was a pause. "Nothing," he said at last. "Never was." "Then, why did you mark her?" "Because the pack elders required it," he replied softly. "An Alpha needs a stable mate. She happened to appear at the right time. She was suitable. That's all."