Castiel’s P.O.V I wake up, groggy from the haze of sleep, and immediately notice Damien’s absence beside me. The bed feels too wide, too empty without him. The sheets, however, are still warm, a comforting reminder that he was just here, just moments ago.A soft frown tugs at my lips as I stretch, my muscles sore in the best way—a reminder of everything we shared last night. I can still feel the lingering heat of his touch, the imprint of his affection on my skin. I reach up to touch my neck instinctively, wincing slightly as my fingers brush over a love bite. There’s a collection of them, little reminders scattered across my body, like his silent claim on me.Rolling out of bed, I take a deep breath, still unsure of what time it is, but I can already feel the pang of concern creeping in. Damien doesn’t usually slip away so quietly. The quietness feels too much like a warning, even though I know he’d never in
Castiel’s P.O.V I take a deep breath, staring at my plate, trying to push back the thoughts swirling in my head. Tanner’s words from earlier still hang in the air, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something he’s not telling me. Something he’s holding back.“It’s not like I’m surprised I’ve changed,” I finally say, breaking the silence between us. I look up at Tanner, meeting his gaze, and can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Meeting Damien was a life-changing event. It had to be. I mean, I didn’t exactly walk away from him unchanged. But things are different now.” I pause, thinking for a moment. “I think *he’s* the one who’s changed the most. And not in a way anyone was expecting.”Tanner nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. He takes another sip of his coffee, his eyes lingering on me as though he’s waiting for
Damien’s P.O.V I step out of the car and feel the cold wind cut through my jacket, sharp and unforgiving. The house looms in front of me, a fortress of stone and steel, hidden in plain sight. My security team is already surrounding the perimeter, their eyes scanning every inch of the property. The tension in the air is palpable. Something feels off, even though nothing has happened yet.I approach one of the men stationed by the door, his eyes immediately snapping at me as I draw closer. I don't even need to speak; he knows why I'm here. He straightens up, his expression guarded.“Master Damien,” he greets me with a nod. “Everything’s secure, as per usual.”I don’t waste time with pleasantries. “How’s he doing? Gabriel. Has there been any change?”The guard hesitates for a split second, and I don’t miss it. They all know to be careful with their words when talking a
Damien’s P.O.V The tires of my car crunched over the gravel driveway, a familiar sound that usually filled me with a sense of calm. Today, however, the weight of the impending conversation with Castiel hung heavy in the air, pressing down on my chest like a stone. I could already feel the tension building, even before I stepped out of the car.As I made my way to the front door, I spotted Stephan pacing in the yard. His movements were sharp, almost frantic, and his eyes flicked to me the moment I reached the driveway.He didn’t waste a second. “He knows,” he blurted out, his voice edged with frustration.I raised an eyebrow. “How bad is it?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral despite the knot in my stomach.Stephan hesitated, glancing toward the house as if he were afraid the walls themselves might be listening. “I can’t say,” he muttered, stepping closer to me. “But
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
Damien’s P.O.V The tires of my car crunched over the gravel driveway, a familiar sound that usually filled me with a sense of calm. Today, however, the weight of the impending conversation with Castiel hung heavy in the air, pressing down on my chest like a stone. I could already feel the tension building, even before I stepped out of the car.As I made my way to the front door, I spotted Stephan pacing in the yard. His movements were sharp, almost frantic, and his eyes flicked to me the moment I reached the driveway.He didn’t waste a second. “He knows,” he blurted out, his voice edged with frustration.I raised an eyebrow. “How bad is it?” I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral despite the knot in my stomach.Stephan hesitated, glancing toward the house as if he were afraid the walls themselves might be listening. “I can’t say,” he muttered, stepping closer to me. “But
Damien’s P.O.V I step out of the car and feel the cold wind cut through my jacket, sharp and unforgiving. The house looms in front of me, a fortress of stone and steel, hidden in plain sight. My security team is already surrounding the perimeter, their eyes scanning every inch of the property. The tension in the air is palpable. Something feels off, even though nothing has happened yet.I approach one of the men stationed by the door, his eyes immediately snapping at me as I draw closer. I don't even need to speak; he knows why I'm here. He straightens up, his expression guarded.“Master Damien,” he greets me with a nod. “Everything’s secure, as per usual.”I don’t waste time with pleasantries. “How’s he doing? Gabriel. Has there been any change?”The guard hesitates for a split second, and I don’t miss it. They all know to be careful with their words when talking a
Castiel’s P.O.V I take a deep breath, staring at my plate, trying to push back the thoughts swirling in my head. Tanner’s words from earlier still hang in the air, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something he’s not telling me. Something he’s holding back.“It’s not like I’m surprised I’ve changed,” I finally say, breaking the silence between us. I look up at Tanner, meeting his gaze, and can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Meeting Damien was a life-changing event. It had to be. I mean, I didn’t exactly walk away from him unchanged. But things are different now.” I pause, thinking for a moment. “I think *he’s* the one who’s changed the most. And not in a way anyone was expecting.”Tanner nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. He takes another sip of his coffee, his eyes lingering on me as though he’s waiting for
Castiel’s P.O.V I wake up, groggy from the haze of sleep, and immediately notice Damien’s absence beside me. The bed feels too wide, too empty without him. The sheets, however, are still warm, a comforting reminder that he was just here, just moments ago.A soft frown tugs at my lips as I stretch, my muscles sore in the best way—a reminder of everything we shared last night. I can still feel the lingering heat of his touch, the imprint of his affection on my skin. I reach up to touch my neck instinctively, wincing slightly as my fingers brush over a love bite. There’s a collection of them, little reminders scattered across my body, like his silent claim on me.Rolling out of bed, I take a deep breath, still unsure of what time it is, but I can already feel the pang of concern creeping in. Damien doesn’t usually slip away so quietly. The quietness feels too much like a warning, even though I know he’d never in
Castiel’s P.O.VWhen Damien told me that he wanted lots of ‘practice’, he wasn’t kidding.I never imagined that surrender could feel so complete until Damien showed me this side of our passion. I sit on a comfortable chair, my wrists securely bound with soft leather straps, and I can’t help but shiver with anticipation. The room is dim except for a single mirror positioned perfectly before me, reflecting every inch of our shared desire. I close my eyes for a moment, trying to steady the quickened beat of my heart, and then I feel his presence behind me—firm, insistent, and utterly commanding.“Castiel,” Damien murmurs, his voice low and rough with intent. “Tonight, I want you to watch every move, every shift of pleasure in your own eyes.”I gasp, a mix of apprehension and excitement surging through me. Even now, as my hands are restrained, his words remind me how deeply he understands my need for vulnerability. I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of the mirror. There I am—nake
Castiel’s P.O.VI was still reeling from the closeness of Damien’s presence as I lay there, half in awe and half overwhelmed by the intense heat of the moment, my thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind when his steady, measured voice cut through the haze. “So… is that really what you want?” he asks, his tone gentle but insistent.I blink, trying to focus on his eyes, still alight with a mix of desire and genuine care. My body is alive with the sensations of his touch, and even now, with him straddling me and his shaft buried inside me and his passion still evident, I feel a complex mix of longing and uncertainty. “What do you mean?” I manage, my voice catching slightly as I search his face for clues. The air between us is thick and heavy with unspoken possibilities.Damien shifts slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a seriousness that belies the intimacy of our position. “I mean… do you want children?” he says softly, almost as if testing the waters of our shared future. “Not r
Castiel’s P.O.VThe quiet of the house was starting to feel heavy, oppressive even, as the minutes stretched on and Damien still hadn’t come back to bed. I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in my chest—something about the way he’d seemed so distant earlier, so wrapped up in his work, unsettled me. I knew how he could get when he threw himself into his responsibilities, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was because I wasn’t used to him not being beside me, the space between us feeling larger than it should.Or maybe it was the lingering fear that still pressed in my mind that I had come so close to losing him, losing what we had, that being apart from him was suddenly an unsettling thought.I never thought I would get this dependent on someone, this addicted and clingy. But it seems like fate had others plans for me.After what seemed like an eternity, I finally decided to check on him. The hallway w
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