Castiel’s P.O.V
The 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.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.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.VDamien leans against the doorframe, buckling his belt with that smug grin I hate. The click of the metal prongs into place feels louder than it should, like the final snap of a trap I just walked into. I stay still, my chest rising and falling too fast, my fists balled at my sides, my wrists finally free from the shackles.The air feels too thick, and I’m sweating under his gaze even though the room is cold."You've proven yourself useful, Castiel," Damien said, his voice dripping with menace. "But now, you owe me a debt that must be repaid."“What do you mean?” I ask him sharply.“That means you owe me.” Damien says, his voice smooth and deliberate. He steps closer, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “You killed one of my men. Now, you’ll be his replacement."I swallow hard, forcing down the bile rising in my throat. I know exactly what he means. Damien isn&r
Castiel’s P.O.V I follow Damien down the long, polished hallway, the air thick with the scent of power—sharp, heavy, impossible to ignore. I keep my gaze low, watching the way the guards stationed along the walls shift when Damien passes. Each one lowers his head in submission, the kind of respect reserved only for someone at the very top of the chain.The place is a masterpiece of luxury. Marble floors gleam under the soft light of chandeliers, and the walls are lined with ornate gold-framed mirrors and abstract art that probably costs more than I’ve ever make in my entire life. The air smells faintly of cedarwood and leather, a scent so rich it feels like it’s meant to remind you that you don’t belong here.But what catches my attention is the presence of the men around me—Alphas and Betas, all of them strong, radiating authority and command. Their scents are unmistakable, and I can feel the intensity hummi
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
Castiel’s P.O.VI ran a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of what I was about to ask. I could already tell that this conversation was going to drain me, but I had no choice. What I needed from him was something no one else could offer. Not many people had control over water, and it was something that could be the difference between success and failure in what was coming next.But of course, Dominic knew how to toy with people. And I could already feel his power playing out in subtle ways, his every movement calculated, deliberate. He was probably enjoying the discomfort he knew he was causing me, and he wasn’t about to let me off easy.Seeing my hesitation, he tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “Are you having second thoughts about changing lovers, Castiel? It’s a big decision. I’m sure you’re still caught up in Damien’s charms.”I didn’t even let him finish. “I didn’t come here for that.” My voice was colder than I intended, but it didn’t matter.
Castiel’s P.O.V“Then let’s do this.” I finally told him, my voice firm, even though I couldn’t let go of the concern. “Let’s catch Elijah in his own game, make sure he never comes after us again.”I watched as Damien’s eyes lit up, that familiar spark of excitement crossing his face. He gave me that smile—the kind that made me want to trust him completely, to believe that everything would go as planned."Thanks for understanding, Castiel," he said, his voice warm with gratitude. But even as the words left his lips, I couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in my chest.I leaned forward slightly, meeting his gaze, my own expression far less assured. "I understand, but I'm still worried," I said, trying to keep the edge of concern out of my voice. "You see, Elijah not knowing about my powers—that's an advantage, but I’m not invincible, Damien. If he separates us, if he isol
Damien’s P.O.VI let out a long sigh, my chest tightening as Castiel’s words hung in the air. I had underestimated him, more than I cared to admit. His sharp mind, his instincts—they were better than I’d given him credit for. I could see now that trying to hide the truth from him was a losing battle.“You’re right,” I said quietly, rubbing a hand over my face in frustration. “You’re right about all of it. I was trying to keep things from you, thinking I could manage it all. But I can’t anymore.”Castiel’s eyes remained steady on me, watching me carefully. He didn’t say anything; he just waited for me to finish.“I didn’t plan for this to happen,” I continued my voice steady but carrying the weight of my confession. “The engagement party… that was supposed to be a celebration. I wanted to celebrate *us*. I wanted to show off my incr
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