Damien’s P.O.V He looked like a shell of the man he once was—ripped apart by the people he had crossed, the plans he had made, and the lies he had lived. And yet, in the midst of his suffering, he still managed to speak with a biting edge, like he was trying to get under my skin even now."I am a fool, Damien," Gabriel rasped, his voice dripping with bitter truth. “A complete fool.”I paused, gripping him tighter as he tried to stand on his own. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, my patience wearing thin again. I didn’t have time for cryptic bullshit.Gabriel’s lips curled into a pained grin, though it was more of a grimace than a smile. He was clearly struggling, but the words that came next hit me harder than I expected.“I’ve been a fool to love him. To care for Elijah all this time,” Gabriel continued, his voice thick with something like disdain, but also a hint of pity. “He’s been using me, Damien. All this time, he’s been using me for my abilities.”The words hit m
Castiel’s P.O.VThe smell of grilled fish filled the air, mingling with the salty breeze drifting in from the ocean just a few blocks away. The restaurant was small and cozy, the kind of place where everyone knew each other, where the regulars came in every afternoon to talk about their day over a plate of fresh seafood. It was peaceful. It was steady. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again.I wiped my hands on my apron as I stepped out from behind the counter, balancing two plates in my hands. The customers at table five grinned as I set their food down, exchanging pleasantries as I smiled back. It wasn’t much, this life I had built in the past week, but it was enough to keep me standing. Enough to keep me from drowning in the weight of everything I had lost.South Beach, Staten Islands, wasn’t all that far from New York, but still, it felt like a fresh start. All thanks to Tanner,
Castiel’s P.O.VThe sand beneath our feet was cool and soft, the faint sound of waves crashing against the shore acting as a gentle, constant backdrop to the heavy silence between us. I walked beside Celia, my hand resting lightly on her shoulder, guiding her away from the crowded beach and toward a quieter, more isolated stretch of sand. Her eyes were still red, tears streaking her face, and my heart felt like it was breaking with every shaky breath she took. I had expected a lot of things today—anger, confusion, maybe even guilt. But hearing her words had left me completely lost, speechless.She had told me, in no uncertain terms, that I had ruined her life. That I had taken everything from her. And the worst part was that I couldn’t deny it. I could feel the sting of her words echoing in my chest, each one digging deeper into a wound I didn’t even realize I had opened.We stopped by a large rock near the sh
Castiel’s P.O.V “Pathetic. Just plain stupid. You terrible, terrible fool— and No- I do not want to hear an explanation!" Oliver, the manager of the restaurant and also my boss, screamed at me at the top of his lungs as I rose from the floor slowly, where I had been picking up shards of the broken plate.The young lady standing beside him smirked wider, her expression and posture showing someone that had achieved a certain type of victory. And maybe she had.“Sir…I swear I didn't do anything. I've been picking up the shards of this plate—” I started but was immediately cut short again. He was visibly angry, but then again, he was always angry. With me, anyways.“And who exactly threw the plate on the floor, Castiel? You're acting like the shards suddenly appeared there on their own!” He barked, approaching me stealthily as I backed up against the wall.I tried to think back to how I had landed in this position in the first place, and realized it all started with the woman and her fri
Castiel’s P.O.V The gunshot still echoed in my head, louder than I thought a single pull of the trigger could be. But what haunted me most wasn’t the sound. It was the blood splattered on the walls, the blood pooling on the floor. I stared at the gang leader, my hands trembling as the gun fell to the floor. I didn’t even know his name, only that he was the boss. And now he was lying in a pool of his own blood, lifeless.For a moment, the room seemed eerily quiet, the silence broken only by the noise of my own ragged breathing. But then, suddenly, Celia’s cry shattered the tranquility and the reality of it all came crashing down on me."You're dead," someone snarled, stepping forward, fists clenched. Another man grabbed a bottle and smashed it against the wall, shards flying everywhere. I took a step back, instinct kicking in. They were coming for me. All of them. "Get him!" someone else shouted, and before I could think, my sister, Celia, pulled herself out of the dead man’s grip a
Castiel’s P.O.V Damien’s breath was hot against my neck, and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran down my spine. I grit my teeth, trying to focus on anything else—anything but the weight of him pressing into me, the feeling of his hands moving over my body like he has some kind of right to it.The room is dark, but the feeling of his hands on my body kept me grounded to the here and now, making sure I knew exactly what was happening.I knew what he wanted, after all, Damien’s interest in men was no secret. But I never imagined myself as his next victim…how the hell had I ended up in this scenario? Why was I so powerless to stop this?“Stop.” I grit out, yet another futile attempt to break free from the binds. “No!”But the metallic snap of his knife jolts me back to reality. I felt the cold tip of his blade glide against my chest, slipping under the fabric of my shirt. Then, the sound of fabric tearing fills the silence. My shirt falls away in jagged pieces, baring me to his eyes.
Castiel’s P.O.VThe chains that bound my wrists had left angry bruises, a painful reminder of the ordeal I had just endured. As Damien finally released me, I slumped to the floor, my muscles weak and trembling from the strain."Am... am I done?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper, but my mind was still reeling from the ordeal.How could an Alpha do this to another? But then I wanted to scoff at my own stupidity. I wasn’t a true Alpha, was I? I had no real powers to fight him off. But that didn’t mean I was going to sit back and take it. The only reason why he was able to take advantage of me was because I was bound and helpless.Damien's cold gaze met mine, and he shook his head, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips."Not yet," he said, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm not satisfied yet."Dread coiled in the pit of my stomach as Damien's words washed over me. I had hoped that the nightmare was finally over, that I could escape the clutche
Castiel’s P.O.VI closed my eyes, trying to block out the sensations that threatened to overwhelm me. I knew my orgasm was close too, my dick twitched with want, but I refused to give in to this insane desire.What the hell had gotten into me? Why was I getting turned on by this humiliation? Why…was I starting to like this?No! It couldn’t be possible!But before I could fully process what was happening, his lips claimed mine once again, and I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I was spent, physically and emotionally drained from the ordeal I had endured."Please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "Enough."But Damien's touch was relentless, his desire burning like a fire that refused to be extinguished.And then, with a brutality that stole the breath from my lungs, Damien took what he wanted from me once again. I gritted my teeth, trying to push back the rising tide of pain and humiliation.But Damien paid no heed to my pleas, his hunger driving him onward. And so I endured
Castiel’s P.O.VThe sand beneath our feet was cool and soft, the faint sound of waves crashing against the shore acting as a gentle, constant backdrop to the heavy silence between us. I walked beside Celia, my hand resting lightly on her shoulder, guiding her away from the crowded beach and toward a quieter, more isolated stretch of sand. Her eyes were still red, tears streaking her face, and my heart felt like it was breaking with every shaky breath she took. I had expected a lot of things today—anger, confusion, maybe even guilt. But hearing her words had left me completely lost, speechless.She had told me, in no uncertain terms, that I had ruined her life. That I had taken everything from her. And the worst part was that I couldn’t deny it. I could feel the sting of her words echoing in my chest, each one digging deeper into a wound I didn’t even realize I had opened.We stopped by a large rock near the sh
Castiel’s P.O.VThe smell of grilled fish filled the air, mingling with the salty breeze drifting in from the ocean just a few blocks away. The restaurant was small and cozy, the kind of place where everyone knew each other, where the regulars came in every afternoon to talk about their day over a plate of fresh seafood. It was peaceful. It was steady. And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again.I wiped my hands on my apron as I stepped out from behind the counter, balancing two plates in my hands. The customers at table five grinned as I set their food down, exchanging pleasantries as I smiled back. It wasn’t much, this life I had built in the past week, but it was enough to keep me standing. Enough to keep me from drowning in the weight of everything I had lost.South Beach, Staten Islands, wasn’t all that far from New York, but still, it felt like a fresh start. All thanks to Tanner,
Damien’s P.O.V He looked like a shell of the man he once was—ripped apart by the people he had crossed, the plans he had made, and the lies he had lived. And yet, in the midst of his suffering, he still managed to speak with a biting edge, like he was trying to get under my skin even now."I am a fool, Damien," Gabriel rasped, his voice dripping with bitter truth. “A complete fool.”I paused, gripping him tighter as he tried to stand on his own. “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, my patience wearing thin again. I didn’t have time for cryptic bullshit.Gabriel’s lips curled into a pained grin, though it was more of a grimace than a smile. He was clearly struggling, but the words that came next hit me harder than I expected.“I’ve been a fool to love him. To care for Elijah all this time,” Gabriel continued, his voice thick with something like disdain, but also a hint of pity. “He’s been using me, Damien. All this time, he’s been using me for my abilities.”The words hit m
Damien’s P.O.VI stand by the large glass window in my room, staring out at the garden. The trees sway gently in the wind, their leaves rustling in a way that should be calming, but it only seems to make my thoughts more chaotic. The faint glow of streetlights beyond the garden casts an eerie light on everything, but I hardly notice. All I can think about is Castiel. Where the hell is he?Two days. It’s been two days since I last saw him. Two days since he drove off in my car, taking his sister Celia with him. The thought gnawed at me like a constant ache in my chest.I’ve asked myself a hundred times why he did it. Why take Celia? Why disappear like this? Castiel, the one person who seemed to understand me, the one person I allowed myself to trust—gone.Stephan had asked me if he wanted to spread a red alert, to have all our resources search for Castiel. It was one of the surest ways to find him. But it wasn’t the right one.I didn’t want anyone else involved in this. I didn’t want t
Castiel’s P.O.VThe sunlight creeps through the small crack in the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow on the walls of the room. It’s the kind of light that should make everything feel warm, but all I can feel is a cold numbness spreading through my veins.My body refuses to move. I haven’t slept, not really. My eyes are swollen from crying, the aftermath of an emotional storm that seemed never-ending. My head feels heavy like it’s been filled with too much noise and not enough peace. But despite everything, there’s a numbness that blankets me, a fog that makes it hard to distinguish between the past few hours and the haze of my own mind.I turn my head to stare at the cracked walls above me, willing them to hold some kind of answer. Anything that could make this pain stop. But nothing comes.I’ve cried enough. The tears, the sobs, the silent misery that rattled through me all night, hidde
Damien’s P.O.VI stared at the ring for what felt like an eternity, my grip tightening around it, the cold metal digging into my palm. It was supposed to mean something more than this. I had chosen it for him, picked it out with the hope that it would be a sign—a symbol of the good he had brought into my life, a representation of everything I’d never been able to express to him in words. Instead, I had handed it to him carelessly, like it was just a trinket, a piece of jewelry meant to impress, not something that held the weight of my feelings.I remembered the ride back from the carnival, the happiest day of my life. Castiel had been telling me how the carnival only held things for children and he hadn't been able to buy anything to bring back for Stephan.That’s when I had handed the box to him…casually tossing it as if it was just another souvenir. I had been nervous, I had been anxious for his reaction…but now, all those felt like petty excuses.I let out a sharp breath, frustrati
Damien’s P.O.VThe car ride back to the mansion felt like an eternity. Every second dragged on, and every thought in my head twisted tighter, more suffocating. I couldn’t stop thinking about Castiel—how I’d failed him, how I’d let everything slip through my fingers. The guilt weighed heavy, and the more I thought about it, the worse it became.Stephan sat beside me, unusually quiet. I could feel his eyes on me from time to time, but I didn’t want to meet his gaze. I didn’t deserve to. Not after what had happened.But I couldn’t stand the silence any longer. The sound of my own thoughts was starting to suffocate me, so I finally turned to Stefan.“What…what was he like?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Castiel, I mean. When you met him.”Stephan shifted slightly in his seat, staring out the window. “He was broken,” he said quietly, not meeting my gaze. “I’ve never seen anyone so shattered. Whatever he saw or heard inside that venue... it affected him so deeply. He could barely keep himself
Damien’s P.O.VI stood there, my mind reeling, as Stephan’s words settled in like heavy stones sinking to the bottom of a river. *It’s too late.* Those words hit me harder than I cared to admit. But I couldn’t let it end this way. Not like this. Not after everything Castiel and I had been through.I clenched my fists, trying to control the seething rage inside me. “You’re wrong,” I muttered, but even I wasn’t sure I believed myself. “I know I screwed up. I know I walked right into Gabriel’s trap like an idiot, but I never expected him to go after Castiel. He used me. He manipulated me, Stephan. I didn’t know.”Stephan didn’t respond right away. He just stared at me, his expression unreadable. I could feel the weight of his judgment, though. I hated it, but I couldn’t blame him. I had messed up. Big time.I ran my hand through my hair, pacing back and forth
Elijah’s P.O.VI could hear the soft hum of Gabriel’s tune as I stepped into the washroom, the sound carefree, almost too happy for the tense atmosphere of the night. The light above flickered slightly, casting an eerie glow across the walls, but Gabriel was too absorbed in his own little world to notice my presence.He was standing in front of the mirror, washing his face and fixing his hair with the kind of meticulous care that only someone like him could afford. His movements were slow, almost exaggerated as if the world had no urgency, no consequence, not even with everything going to hell outside this room.I watched him for a moment, my smirk forming naturally. The contrast between his happy demeanor and the mess we were all tangled in amused me, though it also intrigued me. What was it that could make Gabriel this happy, when everything else seemed to be crumbling?I stepped forward and closed the door behind me with a