Castiel’s P.O.V
The 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.VMy heart pounded in my chest as I watched the figure in front of me—tall, poised, and undeniably familiar. Elijah. A part of me felt my breath catch in my throat, but I shoved it aside, refusing to let any emotion show. Instead, my instincts kicked in, and before I could think, I stood quickly, stepping in front of Celia to shield her from whatever Elijah might throw at us next.I glanced at her, my voice low and urgent. “Celia, go to Tanner. Stay with him. Don’t come back until I find you.” I didn’t wait for her response; I couldn’t. I needed to get her away from Elijah. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Elijah and me, but the fear in them was enough to make her nod, even if she didn’t fully understand the danger.“Stay safe, Castiel,” she whispered before turning to run off, disappearing into the distance.The second she was o
Castiel’s P.O.VElijah stood still for a moment, his gaze cold and calculating. Then, without a word, he took a single step forward. As he moved, a crackling energy surged around him, an electric current that sent sparks flying from his body and into the sand. The particles sizzled and burned, and before I could even blink, shards of glass-like material began to form, shimmering in the air, as smoke curled up from the scorched earth. The sight was overwhelming, and the intensity of the power radiating from Elijah hit me like a wave.For a brief second, my heart pounded in my chest, and fear gripped my mind. My instincts screamed to run, to find safety, to protect myself. But I forced my breathing to slow, willing myself to stay calm. I couldn’t let Elijah see the fear. Not now. Not when it would only give him the satisfaction of knowing he had some kind of control over me.Elijah took another step closer, and the ground beneath him s
Castiel’s P.O.VThe moment I stepped through the door of the restaurant, the familiar buzz of conversation and the sizzle of cooking in the kitchen surrounded me, but it all felt distant. My mind was still reeling from the confrontation on the beach. I hadn’t expected Elijah to show up, let alone make such a dramatic display of power. It was hard to shake the feeling that he was still out there, watching, waiting for the right moment to strike. But for now, I just needed to breathe. I needed to focus on something else, something that would center me again.I spotted Celia right away, sitting with Lana at one of the tables, her face glowing with the kind of warmth that only comfort could bring. Lana was feeding her grilled squid, and for a second, I wondered how such a small thing could make her smile so brightly. She looked so carefree, so innocent like she hadn’t just been through the whirlwind of the last few days.When I app
Castiel’s P.O.VI stare at the door in front of me, my mind whirling. The word “boss” doesn’t sit right with me anymore. It’s like a distant memory, something that doesn’t match the way things have been between Damien and me for so long now.I run my fingers through my hair, trying to organize my thoughts, but nothing seems to make sense. All the privileges Damien had given me—how many of them had been earned? Or was it just that he wanted to make me feel something more, something deeper than the typical boss-employee relationship?Sleeping next to him, sharing quiet mornings, those private moments that felt more intimate than anything I’d ever had in my life—none of that felt like something a boss would give to an employee. I glance over at Tanner, standing nearby, the weight of my thoughts pressing on me. Maybe I’ve been too hasty. Maybe I’ve been blind to what’s really be
Castiel’s P.O.VI don’t know how I ended up outside. One second, I was choking on my own thoughts inside that rundown restaurant, and the next, Damien had me thrown over his shoulders as he walked toward the door. His grip on me was firm and unyielding, but it’s not the physical force that gets to me—it’s the weight of the silence between us. I can feel his anger like a pulse in the air, and it makes my chest tighten. My head feels foggy, and for a brief, dizzying moment, I can’t even process what’s happening.The world tilts under my feet as soon as he sets me down, and I almost stumble. My legs don’t feel like they belong to me anymore, like they’re just along for the ride. Damien’s hand shoots out, grabbing me by the waist, and pulls me close, before I can stumble and fall.I barely have time to register the heat of his body before he steadies me, his arm wrapped around me like a lifeline. I want to say something, anything, but the words get stuck in my throat. What do you even say
Castiel’s P.O.V Damien doesn’t give me a chance to back away. His grip tightens on the back of my neck, pulling me closer, forcing me to feel every inch of him pressed against me. His kiss is hot and insistent, and it shatters everything I thought I knew. I try to pull away, but it’s like I don’t have control over my own body anymore. My hands, which were frozen by my sides, find their way to his chest, and I can feel the rapid beat of his heart under my palm. He’s just as shaken as I am, just as desperate.I don’t know how to react. My mind is screaming at me to stop, to push him away, but there’s something about the intensity of the moment, the way he’s holding me so tightly, that makes me hesitate. It’s like everything inside me is fighting against itself—one part of me wants to break free, to run, but another part, a much deeper part, wants to stay, wants to give in.In a heartbeat, everything else fades into nothingness as Damien deepens his kiss. Before I can even register what
Castiel’s P.O.V The car, once just a metal shell parked by the deserted beach, now becomes our private sanctuary. Every movement, every sigh, is amplified in the confined space as we come together with a desperation that feels both freeing and consuming. Damien’s lips trace a path from my neck down to my collarbone, and I arch into him, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure through me. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer, as if trying to merge our very beings into one.And then I felt the euphoric bliss of the release as I came all over his hands and myself…the momentary high of the orgasm temporarily blinding me to the world, making me gasp as I threw my head back, my back arching into Damien as I gripped the side of the car, riding out my high in the best way possible.When I finally regained some semblance of consciousness, I turned towards Damien, feeling a little exhausted yet sated like I had never felt before…only to find his eyes burning holes into my ski
Castiel’s P.O.VI can feel the tension crackling in the air between us, the heat of the moment sinking into my bones. Aaron's gaze shifts from the barrel of the gun to me, the sneer still curling his lips. He thinks he has the upper hand, still.“You think this will work?” Aaron growls, his eyes flicking down to the gun. “You think a simple bullet is going to stop me?”But I’ve had enough of this. Enough of his threats. Enough of this game of power.His hands are already moving, preparing to summon the ice again, but I don’t wait. I tighten my grip on his arm, pulling his hand closer, forcing him to feel the weight of my strength. His ice starts to form, the cold creeping in, but this time, I don’t give him the chance to get the upper hand.“Try it,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “Try to block me.”The confidence in his expression falters as I push ha
Castiel’s P.O.VThe air was crackling like the fuse of a bomb just waiting to explode. I can feel it deep in my bones—the roar of power swirling around me, the weight of it pressing down on everything. I keep my hand firmly on Damien’s shoulder, grounding myself, grounding him.He’s burning with power, his sleeves aflame, his hands crackling with fire as he counters Elijah’s electricity. I can see the sparks flying everywhere, and despite the chaos, I’m more focused on him than anything else. My heart pounds in my chest, my energy draining slowly, but I can’t let Damien see how much I’m struggling. Not yet.I’ve always known this moment was coming, the one where everything breaks down, where we’re pushed to the edge. But nothing prepares you for the full weight of a battle like this, not when everything you hold dear is at stake.The sound of the fighting is deafening. Our men are clashing with Elijah’s guards, their shouts and grunts filling the air, and the violence is everywhere in
Damien’s P.O.VI turned slowly, my eyes falling on the charred remains of Gabriel’s body. The sight of him, lifeless on the floor, was jarring. It wasn’t the first time I had seen death, but it was different when it was someone who hadn’t deserved it. Gabriel had been a friend turned foe and friend again, caught in the crossfire of a war none of us truly understood. But there he was, reduced to ash and smoke, a tragic reminder of how easily life could be snatched away.I felt a deep pang of sorrow for him. The suddenness of it all, the horror of how quickly he had been taken from this world, left me hollow for a moment. I hadn’t even been able to protect him. He had come to me with hopes of escaping this conflict, with hopes of survival, and I had promised him that…only for it to come up empty.But as I lifted my gaze back to Elijah, I knew that sorrow wouldn’t stop me. It wouldn’t stop me from confronting him, from calling out everything that had been eating at me for so long. He may
Castiel’s P.O.VI could feel Damien tense the moment Elijah took a step forward, his dark boots clicking on the tiled floor with an ominous sound, like he owned the very ground beneath him. It was strange, watching these two men—half-brothers, born of the same mother but molded into completely different creatures. One stood in front of me, shielding me as if I were fragile. The other smirked, his hands loose at his sides, his stance casual but deceptively dangerous. Damien had come to stand in front of me the moment Elijah had set foot into the venue, his intent clear. I knew he truly didn’t see me as fragile, but he also didn’t want Elijah to get any ideas. Damien was protective of me, but it was a trait that also worried me to no end.“You’ve breached the treaty, Elijah,” Damien said, his voice steady but edged with warning. “You scouted my territory without permission. You know what that means.” Elijah chuckled, shaking his head like Damien had just told him a ridiculous joke. “C
Castiel’s P.O.VDamien looks over at me as the car comes to a halt outside the venue, his dark eyes steady as always, but I can see the faint flicker of concern beneath the calm surface. He gives me a small, reassuring smile. "Are you ready?"I exhale slowly, my heart racing despite the calm façade I try to maintain. "As ready as I'll ever be," I say, the words coming out more shaky than I intended. My nerves are a mess, but I can't afford to show it. Not now. Not with everything on the line.Damien gives a nod of approval, his grip on my hand tightening just slightly. I feel the reassurance in that touch—strong, unwavering. He exits the car first, his movements deliberate and confident. As he holds out his hand for me, I hesitate for a fraction of a second before taking it. The cool air hits my face as I step out of the car, and I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.We walk down the red carpet, the pathway lined with floral arrangements and shimmering lights that bounce off
Castiel’s P.O.VI stand in front of the mirror, smoothing out the fabric of my teal-green suit. It’s a bold choice, but today feels like a day for boldness. The color matches the excitement and the nervous energy stirring inside me. The white shirt underneath complements it, simple yet elegant. My fingers tremble slightly as I adjust my tie, but I try to steady myself, trying not to think about everything that’s hanging on the balance today.Behind me, Damien stands in front of the mirror as well. His indigo suit is a stark contrast to mine, but it suits him perfectly, just like everything else about him. His hair is perfectly styled, every strand in place, and the sharpness of his features is highlighted by the cut of his suit. He looks... well, he looks like someone ready for a battle—but not one that’s fought with weapons. He looks like someone who’s preparing to make a declaration.“Are you ready?” Damien asks, his voice smooth and reassuring, though I can tell there’s a hint of s
Castiel’s P.O.VThe morning air is crisp as Damien and I walk side by side, the world around us still waking up. The sun peeks through the trees, casting soft golden rays over the park. We’re heading to see Celia, and despite the calm surroundings, I can feel the tension in the air, a reminder that the clock is ticking down to the engagement next week. There's a sense of urgency, an unspoken weight pressing on both of us, but right now, it’s just about Celia.She’s the only thing that keeps us grounded in all of this chaos.We arrive at th e park and find Celia already waiting for us, her eyes bright with excitement. She waves frantically, her usual energy bubbling over. And, of course, Mia, her best friend, is with her, her fiery red hair practically glowing in the sunlight.The guard who had brought her here from the school now bows to Damien and leaves the park. But I’m sure he’s going to be around s
Castiel’s P.O.VThe days leading up to the party blur into a whirlwind of tasks, preparations, and late-night conversations. Damien and I choose to work side by side, fine-tuning every detail, especially when it comes to security. We need to ensure that only the most powerful Alphas and omegas are present. No one else. The safety of the event, the guests, and ourselves was the main priority. It’s a lot to manage, but we’re a team, and there’s a strange comfort in that, in how we operate together, moving like clockwork, making everything fall into place.Damien has always been focused and meticulous in a way that borders on perfectionism. I’ve always admired that about him. But today, as we sit with the catalog in front of us, picking out venues for the party, something feels different. It’s a quiet tug in the back of my mind, pulling me toward one specific place. The images in the catalog flash by, each one more glam
Castiel’s P.O.VI watched as Dominic stood still for a few long moments, before he turned and climbed out of the pool, water dripping down in ripples from his perfectly toned form.Dominic’s eyes flickered with irritation as he wrapped a towel around himself, the soft fabric rustling as he stood facing me. His expression was guarded, still tinged with that trademark arrogance, but there was something in the way his jaw clenched that made me wonder if he was finally starting to crack."Look, Castiel," Dominic began, his tone harder than it needed to be, but I could tell the words were meant to mask something deeper. "Me and Damien... our relationship, it's built on decades of misunderstandings, mistrusts, and resentments. Nothing can fix that. Not now, not ever."I could feel my patience thinning, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a heavy storm cloud. I opened my mouth to respond, to try and make him see reason, but before I could get a word out, Tanner spoke up, his voi