Why Was Elena Sired To Damon Mga Nobela at Kwento

"This is the bonding contract between our families! You can't break it!" Damon glanced at the document once, then tore it cleanly to shreds. "I will never allow someone who humiliated my sister to become the Luna of the Blackwood pack," he said coldly. "The moment you laid a hand on Elena, you lost any right to become my family." "Damon, please!" Benson rushed forward and dropped to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. "It's my failure as a parent! Please, show mercy!" "It's too late." Damon didn't even look at him.

“This is what Elara did to save your life. It is two years you have been getting blood donations. She has sacrificed everything, her health, her body, herself, to keep you alive. She is thankful, not this indignation. And if she can get pregnant once, she can again. Be lucky and grateful you are alive.” Damien turned on him, and his eyes were flashing with anger. "Stay out of this, Adrian! This is between me and my wife!" His voice was keen, and pierced the room like ice. “I did not beg her to donate blood all these years! She did it on her own! And now... now she has gone too far!” I could feel my chest tightening and my tears flowed freely. “Don't say so, Damien... please... I did it for y

“Just like your mother couldn’t keep her husband. It’s your turn to lose everything, Elena.” My pulse thundered. “You vile, ” Elijah stepped forward, fury blazing in his eyes. “You shameless witch, ” “Shameless?” Isabella laughed coldly. “Do you want to know why Damien will never look at you again? Because I’m carrying his child. His true heir. Not your pathetic attempt at tying him down. You? You’re nothing. Just a discarded wife clinging to scraps.” The words knocked the air from my lungs. My ears rang. For a moment, the world went silent except for the sound of my heart cracking in two.

With the same silver mark on her palm. But also with lies. Luna stood, Damian’s arm still around her. “If you’re my mother… why did you let them make him reject me? Why didn’t you tell me?” Elena’s silver eyes filled. “Because the bond would’ve killed you, baby. A queen’s mate has to choose her without the goddess forcing him. Without rank. Without power. He had to choose Luna, nobody. Not the crown.” She looked at Damian. “And he did. Even with no title. Even with no pack. He chose you.”

they asked in unison. "Of course. Your father was my right hand. We kept nothing from one another. I know about your mom, Gail, all of it. But I was sworn to secrecy. I could only hope that her vision would come true and Damien would really be your fated mate. Oh my! Has that happened, too?" "It has," Damien said with a smile, reaching for Elena's hand. "Oh, thank the Moon Goddess. I thought I was going to be stuck with that horrid Mona as a daughter-in-law."

“I’m so happy to see you. It’s been such a long time.” Damian stepped back, as if her presence burned. His voice came out hard and cold. “What the hell are you doing in my house? Did I not warn you that if I ever saw you again, you’d regret it?” Elena frowned, looking between them. “Damian,” she interjected, “she’s pregnant. With your child. You don’t have to be rude to her.” Damian’s eyes snapped toward his sister, a glare so sharp that Elena flinched. “Don’t speak about what you don’t understand,” he said quietly, dangerously.

my voice was a final judgment, “you woke my dormant wolf. My body devoured Elara’s demonic seed. It used it as nourishment to create my own child.” “This child carries the most ancient bloodline of my family. It has nothing to do with you. Or with Elara.” Damon collapsed as if struck by lightning. For a fake “noble bloodline,” he had poisoned his mate and nearly killed his one and only, true-born, ancestral heir. “No… no…” He shook his head frantically, his mind completely shattering. “I did all this for the bloodline! For the strongest heir! And you’re telling me it was all a lie?”

"I never wanted a single thing from your pack! You were the one who refused to trust your own mate! Victoria's little act of 'giving up her rights to the pup' was all a show she put on herself!" "The baby... was murdered by his own cold-blooded father!" I spat the words, my voice trembling. "I want you to regret this for the rest of your life." Damien frowned, clearly not believing me. His Alpha stubbornness refused to accept the truth. He seemed to be forcing himself to be patient, his voice soft. "You've tricked me once already. I'm not falling for that again." "Elena, stop this nonsense. I've given you everything you wanted. I'll even give you all the attention you crave from now on."

“King Lucien forbade the union. According to him, a Lycan could never be mated with a witch. But the moon goddess had other plans. Darian chose love over duty. He chose Elena. And for that… he was cast out.” Selene paused, scanning the room. She continued “They became rogues. Hunted. Marked for death. Elena became pregnant with their child, but Darian died of an illness no healer could cure. It was the punishment for breaking the king’s law. The moon goddess herself sent a fae to guard the child… to seal her powers, to hide her among humans… until the day of reckoning.” Her eyes landed on me. “That child… is Alora Damian.” The room exploded in chaos.

Damian continued, his voice shaking with fury and something dangerously close to grief, “it was Elisa’s resemblance to Annalise that made me fall in love with her at first sight. I won’t deny that. I won’t pretend otherwise.” He laughed bitterly. “And yes, my constant pursuit of Elisa in the beginning—it was because I never got a chance with Annalise, so I considered Elisa to be a fitting replacement.” Leonard’s expression twisted in satisfaction and Victory, but Damian wasn’t finished. “But that was only in the beginning,” Damian said sharply, stepping forward now, refusing to be intimidated. “Unlike you, I love Elisa for who she is now. Not because of who I want her to be. Not because I’m