Castiel’s P.O.V
I raised both hands, palms out, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. "I wasn’t sneaking around. I swear. I just—" I paused, scrambling to find the right words. "I just came out for some air. I haven’t been here long, and I couldn’t sleep."
The man in the pool didn’t move, floating lazily in the water, his sharp gaze locked on me like a predator sizing up its prey. His silence pressed down on me like a weight, making my throat tighten.
"I... I work here now," I added quickly, trying to fill the uncomfortable gap. "It’s been a rough day, and I needed a break…so I came out for some air."
For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to respond. Then, with a sudden, smooth motion, he swam to the edge and pulled himself out of the water in one effortless move.
That’s when I saw it—the resemblance.
Even before he
Castiel’s P.O.V As I followed Stephan away from the pool, the sound of the water splashing behind me faded into the distance. I could still feel the unsettling energy from my encounter with Dominic lingering like an unwelcome ghost. I needed to clear my head, and I hoped talking to Stephan would help."What did he want?" Stephan asked, glancing sideways at me as we walked. His tone was casual, but I could sense the concern underlying his words.I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. "He just caught me off guard. I was out here looking for some fresh air, and I guess he decided to come and say hello."“Say hello? More like give you a midnight shower.” Stephan raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my half-hearted explanation. "You were stalking him, weren’t you?" he teased, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.I shook my head, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "No! I swear. I just stumbled
Castiel’s P.O.V As Stephan and I prepared for our visit to one of Damien's clients, a sense of anxiety settled over me like a heavy blanket. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that bit at my insides, knowing all too well the dangers that awaited us.As we made our way to the client's location, Stephan's voice broke through the silence, his tone grave. "Whatever you do, Castiel, don't pity these people," he warned, his words laced with a sense of urgency. "Some of them may seem deserving of mercy, but the man we're visiting today is not one of them."I furrowed my brow in confusion, struggling to understand what Stephan meant by that. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't we show him mercy if he needs it?"Stephan sighed, his expression weary. "Some might deserve mercy, but this guy? He doesn’t." He explained. "He's crossed Damien and his family one too many times, and now it's time for him to pay the price."The gravity of Stephan's
Castiel’s P.O.V Stephan yanked open the passenger door and practically shoved me into the car. “Get in! We have to move!” His voice was sharp, urgency radiating off him like heat. I stumbled inside, still reeling from what had just unfolded.“What the hell just happened?” I asked as he slammed the door behind me. I glanced back at the house, half-expecting the old woman to come running back, cackling at our stupidity. “Who was that woman?”Stephan’s knuckles turned white against the steering wheel as he threw the car into gear and took off. The tires squealed, and I braced myself against the seat, adrenaline spiking through my veins as we shot out of the driveway. “That woman?” he repeated, eyes glued to the road ahead. “She’s not just some old lady; she’s a piece of work.”I watched in disbelief as he swerved around a bus that had suddenly pulled out, narrowly avoiding a collision. “What do you mean?” I asked, my heart racing. “What did she do?”“She took out a three-million-dollar
Castiel’s P.O.V Hours had passed since the chaos of the chase, yet here I was, back at the mansion, sitting on the cold floor of my room, lost in my thoughts. The silence around me felt oppressive, like a heavy blanket pressing down on my chest. I leaned back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing, but all I could see were flashes of the day’s events playing over and over in my mind.The moment the van had crashed was etched into my memory. The sickening sound of metal crumpling, the way the explosion had shaken the whole road. I could still see the smoke and the fire, the panic on everyone’s face who had witnessed the accident.And then, just like that, it was over. A life lost, snuffed out in an instant because of everything that had spiraled out of control today.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push away the images, but they lingered like a bad dream. The woman, the notorious gambler, had finally paid for her crimes, but at what cost? Two people had died because of our
Castiel’s P.O.V I followed Stephan down the narrow staircase into the basement for training the next day. The air smelled like sweat and sawdust, and faint sounds of grunts and shouts echoed through the walls. My heart thudded in my chest. I knew today was the first real step toward proving I belonged, but part of me wondered if I was ready for it.We entered a massive training room, and I immediately felt a dozen pairs of eyes zero in on me. Conversations stopped mid-sentence. The weight of their stares pressed on me like a boulder, making it hard to breathe.Stephan gave me a sideways glance. "Just keep moving, Castiel. Don’t show any signs of unease."Easier said than done. Their expressions ranged from cold glares to barely concealed scowls. Some looked confused, others outright pissed off. I could practically feel the hostility hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. I clenched my fists, h
Castiel’s P.O.V The cold water hit my face like a slap, shocking my system as Damien’s hand pressed me hard against the bathroom counter. I gasped, sputtering as droplets ran down my cheeks and into my collar. His grip on the back of my neck was unrelenting, fingers digging in just enough to remind me how much control he had.He leaned close, his voice low and sharp. “You think it’s fun trying to disobey me, Castiel?”I jerked my head away from the stream of water, blinking furiously to clear my eyes. “I wasn’t disobeying you,” I muttered, shivering from both the water and his presence. “I was just trying to state my opinion.”He scoffed, the sound cold and mocking. “Your opinion?” Damien’s fingers tightened, dragging me upright so I had to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and unwavering, full of the kind of danger that left no room for argument. “You&rs
Damien’s P.O.V “Go ahead,” I said, my voice low but firm.He obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of me. Since his hands were bound, I deftly worked to unbutton my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders with reverence. My pants followed, and I leaned back, spreading my legs slightly to invite him closer. Castiel’s touch was soft, deliberate—he knew what I liked, knew how to make me unravel with subtle ease.I exhaled sharply, gripping the counter at the side as his lips brushed over my skin. He worked slow, deliberately, dragging every second out as if savoring it, making me feel every breath, every flicker of heat. Castiel wasn’t just following orders—he took pleasure in this, and I could tell. It wasn’t just my control over him that fueled this moment; he desired to please me, to become lost in that act.But then something changed. I saw it in the tension that ran through
Castiel’s P.O.V The hum of Damien's private jet was oddly soothing, a steady vibration beneath my boots as I sat opposite him. He was sipping his usual scotch, cool and composed, as always. For someone about to negotiate with a rival gang, Damien carried himself with the ease of a man walking into a friendly poker game.I, on the other hand, was anything but relaxed. My shoulders were tense, and I kept my eyes on the window, scanning the clouds as though danger could leap from them. This was my first time playing bodyguard, but with Damien involved, things were always unpredictable.A week had passed since that incident on the training arena, but after a couple days of recovery, when I had headed back to the training room, there had been an odd hush in the area as soon as I had entered, and for some reason, Felix, the guy who had nearly pounded me to the dirt, had taken a sudden sick leave.I didn’t need to know the specifics
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
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