Why Was Elena Sired To Damon Novels & Stories

I asked coldly. "It took me two years to find the courage to come to you," Damien said, his eyes full of guilt and longing. "Elena, listen to me. What happened with Sarah... it was just pity. I never really loved her. It’s only ever been you." Cade frowned and stepped in front of me. "Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to back away from Elena." Damien stared at Cade, his eyes burning with envy and fury. "Who are you?" he practically roared. "What gives you the right to get between me and Elena?"

"Everyone, look at her. My fated mate, the woman the Moon Goddess supposedly chose for me. Look at how she stands there, trembling like a frightened animal, and tell me if this is the woman you want leading this pack as your Luna." ​The room went quiet, and a few people laughed, while others just looked away in embarrassment. ​"Silas, stop it, you're hurting me," I whispered, but he wasn't finished. ​"I didn't marry you because I wanted a wife, Elara, and I certainly didn't marry you because I loved you. I married you because the elders told me that children born of fated mates are the strongest, and I needed that power for my lineage. It was a genetic transaction, nothing more, and you were

“Finrod, for once, call me by my first name.” “Whatever.” He dismissed her, “Who is responsible for that?” “Responsible for what?” He pointed at the baby, “I didn’t know humans can get pregnant and give birth for two and a half days!” Ellaine was totally flabbergasted. Margarette laughed so hard she hit Finrod with her spell book. “Blockhead. The baby’s not hers. She’s Yntreia, the princess of the pixie clan.” “The Queen gave me pixie dusts in exchange for taking care of her daughter.”

"I will gladly die for Elena. Won't you do the same?" "Without a doubt. Ready?" "Let's not waste any more time." Mihnea I finally have Elena where I wanted. I only became interested in her when the Black Oracle told me I would rule the world if I have a baby with my vaewolf nice. At first, the thought disgusted me, but then I went to see her. She wasn't that bad. Once I get that mutt's baby out, I will put my baby inside of her. I squeeze Elena a bit harder. Soon she will faint.

they would succeed someday. Despite my best attempts, the tears flowed freely down my cheeks now. "Oh, really?" He released a bitter, humorless chuckle, his voice as cold as ever, "So, what were you doing then? I truly believe there's nothing more to you than your body, Elena, and do I look like a fool to you that I'd blindly believe whatever shit you'd say?" his grip tightened, "You're trying to escape the pack, aren't you? Sleeping with a soldier to gain their favor and slip past the border, isn't that your plan? I can't blame you, really. Anyone in your shoes would want to escape. It's not easy being the daughter of that bastard, but it was never supposed to be easy, because you're just l

The tension in the air was thick. The moment Capello’s message came through, Dino knew this wasn’t just a meeting—it was a trap. Elena sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers curled into fists. Her father had betrayed her mother. He had watched as Sanchez silenced her, and now he wanted to see Elena. Dino’s grip tightened around the wheel. “We’re not going.” Elena turned to him, her voice steady but laced with pain. “I have to.”

“Of course. You gave it to me.” Damien curled his lips slightly, though there was no trace of warmth in his eyes. “What I gave you was one of Elena’s hands. “Not just the gun.” The air instantly froze. Violetta’s expression changed several times before she finally lowered her voice. “But you agreed to it. “Damien, who are you pretending for? Weren’t you the one who said that as long as she kept the position of Mrs. Newman, that would be enough?” Damien didn’t deny it.

Space. I'd barely taken three steps when footsteps fell in behind me. "Well, well. If it isn't Elara." I turned. Pack Council Members. Three of them. The one in front I recognized—Damon. Newly promoted Captain of the Guard. "Heard she faked a pregnancy so the Alpha would mate her." Damon's gaze crawled over me. "Heard she tried to bargain with her Pureblood blood a couple days ago. Wanted the ceremony in exchange." Laughter from the others.

"Thousands of children suffered because one woman couldn't accept being told no." The statement hung heavily in the air. Then Damon finally asked the question that had haunted him for years. "Why me?" The room became silent. Sophia looked directly into his eyes. Really looked at him. Not as a weapon. Not as a project. Not as an experiment. As her grandson. Then she smiled sadly. "Because you're Elena's son." Damon froze. Sophia continued. "Vale spent decades trying to recreate my daughter." A pause. "And then you appeared."

“And I see the Vale family is still showing up where they aren't welcome.” Matteo coughed softly, trying not to laugh. Damon finally looked at him. “And you are?” Matteo offered his hand. “Matteo Bianchi.” Damon shook it once. Firm. Controlled. “Elena’s fiancé,” Matteo added. For a brief second, Damon’s gaze returned to Elena. Something unreadable flashed across his expression. Then it was gone. “Congratulations,” Damon said calmly. Elena didn’t miss the faint sarcasm in his voice.