Castiel’s P.O.V
But 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 was speechless. I stared at Damien, struggling to wrap my mind around what he’d just said. My brain felt like it was trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces, but it was beyond me. Damien and Elijah were related? It didn’t make sense. Damien was cool, calm, collected—everything that Elijah wasn’t. And yet, here he was, telling me something that felt like a cruel joke."Wait, what? Damien, you can’t be serious," I managed to stammer, my heart pounding in my chest. My voice was hoarse, like the shock had drained all the moisture from my throat.Damien let out a long sigh, the kind of exhale that suggested he’d been having this conversation in his head for far too long. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, and fixed his gaze on me. His eyes were unreadable, but there was a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place. Regret? Sympathy? A mix of
Castiel’s P.O.VI listened in silence, letting Damien’s words sink in. The complexity of the bond between him and Elijah began to take shape in my mind, a twisted tangle of past events, pain, and unspoken grudges. I could see now that it wasn’t just a rivalry built on power or status—it was something far deeper, far more personal. Both of them were victims in their own ways, but in the end, it was their refusal to understand each other that had driven them to where they were now.Elijah could have been an ally, I thought. He could have stood beside Damien, two powerful forces working together. Instead, he had chosen a path of blame, one that cast Damien as the villain in a tragedy that was never his fault. It wasn’t fair, but nothing about their situation ever had been. I couldn’t help but wonder how different things could have been if Elijah had simply seen the bigger picture.The silence stretched between us
Castiel’s P.O.VThe night air was cool, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around the pool as I sat there, letting my thoughts drift. The soft glow of the water reflected the lights of the estate, casting a peaceful glow over the surroundings. The buzz of activity from the house had quieted, leaving only the hum of crickets and the occasional rustling of the leaves in the wind.Damien had retreated back to his office after dinner, diving into business as usual. It was almost like a routine for him, though I knew it was more than that. He had a lot on his shoulders, and sometimes I wondered if he ever allowed himself to just relax. But for now, he was doing what he did best—keeping everything running smoothly, making sure the empire he built didn’t falter.I leaned back against the edge, the soft sound of the water lapping at the edge of the pool soothing in its own way. There was a part of me that couldn’t shake the weig
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 night air was cool, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves around the pool as I sat there, letting my thoughts drift. The soft glow of the water reflected the lights of the estate, casting a peaceful glow over the surroundings. The buzz of activity from the house had quieted, leaving only the hum of crickets and the occasional rustling of the leaves in the wind.Damien had retreated back to his office after dinner, diving into business as usual. It was almost like a routine for him, though I knew it was more than that. He had a lot on his shoulders, and sometimes I wondered if he ever allowed himself to just relax. But for now, he was doing what he did best—keeping everything running smoothly, making sure the empire he built didn’t falter.I leaned back against the edge, the soft sound of the water lapping at the edge of the pool soothing in its own way. There was a part of me that couldn’t shake the weig
Castiel’s P.O.VI listened in silence, letting Damien’s words sink in. The complexity of the bond between him and Elijah began to take shape in my mind, a twisted tangle of past events, pain, and unspoken grudges. I could see now that it wasn’t just a rivalry built on power or status—it was something far deeper, far more personal. Both of them were victims in their own ways, but in the end, it was their refusal to understand each other that had driven them to where they were now.Elijah could have been an ally, I thought. He could have stood beside Damien, two powerful forces working together. Instead, he had chosen a path of blame, one that cast Damien as the villain in a tragedy that was never his fault. It wasn’t fair, but nothing about their situation ever had been. I couldn’t help but wonder how different things could have been if Elijah had simply seen the bigger picture.The silence stretched between us
Castiel’s P.O.VI was speechless. I stared at Damien, struggling to wrap my mind around what he’d just said. My brain felt like it was trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces, but it was beyond me. Damien and Elijah were related? It didn’t make sense. Damien was cool, calm, collected—everything that Elijah wasn’t. And yet, here he was, telling me something that felt like a cruel joke."Wait, what? Damien, you can’t be serious," I managed to stammer, my heart pounding in my chest. My voice was hoarse, like the shock had drained all the moisture from my throat.Damien let out a long sigh, the kind of exhale that suggested he’d been having this conversation in his head for far too long. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, and fixed his gaze on me. His eyes were unreadable, but there was a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place. Regret? Sympathy? A mix of
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.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.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 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 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.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