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.VThe soft hiss of the waves crashing against the shore is the only sound that fills the space between us. The air smells salty and fresh with the sea breeze, and the sand beneath us feels cool against my skin. I’m sitting with my legs stretched out, a bottle of beer resting between my fingers, the glass cool to the touch. Damien sits beside me, his presence so familiar yet still just out of reach in some ways. His own bottle is half-finished, the label peeling from the condensation as he takes another sip, his gaze lost in the horizon.The setting sun paints everything in soft orange and purple hues, the light spilling across his face, casting shadows in the curve of his jaw. I can’t help but notice the way the colors seem to soften the edges of the hard lines that have always been there. The Damien I thought I knew is slipping away, and I don’t know whether I should be terrified or grateful.“How’ve you been doing this past week?” he asks, breaking the silence. His voi
Castiel’s P.O.VDamien’s lips move on top of mine in a sweet, lazy kiss that makes my toes curl and butterflies erupt in my stomach.As the kiss finally breaks, the world feels slower and quieter. The warm, salty air seems to be still, and for the briefest of moments, I’m caught in a bubble—just me and Damien, surrounded by nothing but the hum of our hearts. My chest rises and falls with every breath, trying to catch up with the whirlwind of emotions that’s flooded through me. My mind still can’t fully process everything, but I know one thing for certain: I’ve never felt this real, this alive, in a long time.But then, the weight of everything we’ve gone through presses down on me, and I can’t hold it back anymore. I pull back slightly, my hands still resting on his chest, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I search his eyes. The tenderness in his gaze only makes everything ha
Castiel’s P.O.VThe car hums softly as Damien pulls it back into the familiar parking spot in front of the restaurant. I glance at him, my heart still racing from everything we’ve shared, everything that’s come to light between us. It feels surreal, the whole thing, like the world has shifted into a place where, for once, I’m not running from anything.It’s strange how circumstances were so different when I left with Damien, and now, things between us had changed drastically, and for the better.As we step out of the car and walk toward the entrance of the restaurant, I can’t help but feel a twinge of nervousness in my chest. The memories of the past week—the confusion, the betrayal, the pain—are still fresh, and I can’t shake the feeling that things aren’t going to be easy. Not with everyone here.But as we push through the door, the usual noise of clattering plates and soft cha
Castiel’s P.O.V The drive back to Damien’s mansion feels surreal, like the world outside the car is moving at a different pace than the whirlwind that’s going on inside my mind. With Celia and Tanner beside me, I can hardly focus on the road ahead. My thoughts keep drifting back to everything that’s happened—the confessions, the ring, the promise of a future with Damien. I’m still struggling to fully process it, to understand that I’m no longer just *Castiel*. I’m *Damien’s fiancé*.It’s still hard to believe, even now.As the car slows to a stop in front of the mansion, I blink, trying to make sense of the scene unfolding before me. I never thought I’d be here like this, with so many eyes on me and so many guards standing at attention, all bowing as we make our way to the entrance. I had barely processed the idea of Damien’s lifestyle, but now, seeing it firsthand,
Castiel’s P.O.VThe air in Damien’s room feels thick with the weight of everything left unsaid. He watches me closely as I take a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. There’s a lot I’ve been holding back, and if we’re going to be completely open with each other, I know I can’t keep these things inside any longer. This conversation has to happen, no matter how difficult.“Damien,” I begin, my voice a little shaky. “I have to tell you something. It’s about Elijah.”I see the way Damien’s posture shifts, the way his shoulders tense ever so slightly. He’s been patient, waiting for me to speak, but I can tell that just mentioning Elijah’s name brings a certain unease to him.“The party…it wasn’t the first time I saw Elijah.” I told him, my voice trembling slightly. “It was somewhere else…a long time before the party.
Castiel’s P.O.V I could feel my stomach twist as soon as Damien mentioned Gabriel's name. Just the sound of it made something inside me tighten, a familiar knot I had hoped to bury forever. I knew Gabriel’s history with Damien, and I knew the trouble he had caused—how he tried to get between us, tried to drive a wedge where none existed. My gut reaction was to close off and shut down, but I couldn’t. I had to hear him out.Damien’s eyes were soft, but his lips pressed into a thin line as if he, too, knew this conversation would go nowhere good. He paused for a moment, seeming to weigh his words carefully, the way he always did before he dropped a bomb on me.“Castiel,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant, “Gabriel... he’s a Seer.”A Seer. I blinked, trying to wrap my head around it. I’d heard of Seers before—those rare omegas who could glimpse the future in flashes, though their visions were often unpredictable. Inaccurate, too, from what I remembered.It was a dangerous power, a
Castiel’s P.O.VBut the comfort that Damien’s arms provided was short-lived because my mind went back to what he had told me just moments earlier.‘Gabriel came to me.’Gabriel came to him? What exactly did that mean?Pulling back slightly, I stared at Damien, my mind reeling, trying to make sense of what he just told me. The echoes of his words sank in slowly, like stones settling in the pit of my stomach. Gabriel had caused the misunderstanding between us. Gabriel. The name alone sent a rush of emotions through me, a mixture of anger, betrayal, and... confusion.Then how could Damien trust him again?"Is that really how you found me?" I asked, my voice quieter than I meant it to be, but the words still felt heavy, like they were too much to carry.Damien's expression softened, a glint of something crossing his eyes—tiredness, maybe. "Yeah," he said, his tone steady but with an edge that
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