Damien’s P.O.V
I carried Castiel into my room, his limp body weighing heavier on my arms than it should. His pale face, usually so composed, was marred by bruises that twisted my stomach in knots. I tried to ignore the blood that streaked his temple and the small cuts on his hands. Anger simmered low in my chest, threatening to boil over.
I should’ve intervened sooner. It was partially my fault that Felix had managed to go this far.
Gently, I laid him down on the black comforter of my bed, its soft fabric a stark contrast to the violence that had been done to him. His breaths were shallow, but they were steady, and that gave me a sliver of hope.
“Dr. Andrea,” I called, my voice clipped and commanding as I grabbed the intercom on my desk. “Get to my room. Now.”
Her response came immediately, calm and professional. “On my way.”
I sat down on a chair by the bed, my eyes fixed on
Castiel’s P.O.V I woke up with a gasp, my chest rising sharply as I clawed my way out of sleep. For a split second, I braced myself for the pain I knew should’ve been there—the sharp, gnawing ache that had burrowed into my ribs and spread through my entire body before I’d passed out. But it wasn’t. The pain wasn’t there. I blinked, sitting up gingerly, half expecting my body to rebel at the movement. Nothing.There was a faint soreness in my side, a tightness that felt more like the memory of pain than the real thing, but otherwise… nothing. I glanced down, pulling at the hem of my shirt to see the bruises I knew should’ve still been there. But they were almost completely gone, reduced to faint shadows on my skin. What the hell? How…?I swung my legs off the bed, my feet hitting the floor softly. It was only then that I noticed the room. This wasn’t my room. The furniture was too refined, the sheets too crisp, and the scent in the air—clean, with a hint of cedar—was all too famil
Castiel’s P.O.V Did I…did I just hear him right?‘But your room…doesn’t have me.’Fuck!I swallowed my saliva audibly, my eyes wide and still fixated on Damien’s perfect form. I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to that statement…to him.“Dam—”He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re injured. You still need to rest.”I frowned, the confusion warring with something deeper, something I didn’t want to name. “And since when do you care about whether I rest or not?”Damien’s jaw tightened, but instead of snapping at me like I expected, he stepped closer. The heat of his presence was almost tangible now, and it took everything in me not to retreat, or worse…reach out to touch him.“Since you pushed yourself to the brink,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl. “You mastered your power, Castiel. That wasn’t easy, but you made it through. But it took a lot from you.”The words caught me off guard, stealing the air from my lungs. Praise? From Damien? It was rare, l
Castiel's P.O.VI stepped out of my room, feeling refreshed after a warm shower. I had changed into comfortable clothes, and my bruises seemed to have faded significantly. I was about to head downstairs when I saw Stephen standing outside my door, his hand raised to knock.Stephen's eyes widened in surprise as he took in my appearance. "Uhh...I thought you got hurt pretty badly," he said, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What happened? You look...healed. Fresh. Like you didn't just get beat up."I chuckled, amused by Stephen's reaction. "It's Damien," I explained, leaning against the doorframe. "He called Andrea to help fix me up. She's got some...unusual skills when it comes to healing."Stephen's eyes narrowed. "Unusual skills?" He took a step closer, his curiosity getting the better of him.I shrugged, a small smile playing on my lips. "Let's just say that Andrea has a way of making injuries disappear. Fast." I straightened up, pushing away from the doorframe. "Want to grab some fo
Castiel’s P.O.VThe morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, painting the dining table in shades of gold. It was the kind of quiet morning I cherished—rare and fleeting in Damien’s world.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries was inviting, a small semblance of normalcy I hadn’t realized I missed. Damien sat at the head of the table, calm and unreadable as always, sipping his coffee in silence.Stephan and I had thought that Damien joining us would create a tense atmosphere, but surprisingly, it didn’t. Damien seemed to read through the morning news on his phone while the three of us enjoyed the peaceful environment, wondering what to do next for the day.But, of course, peace never lasted long in this house.The moment Dominic strolled into the room; I could feel the shift in the air. He had that kind of energy, like a storm brewing just below the surface. His sharp blue eyes found me immediately, and his lips curved into a smirk that I already didn’t trust.
Damien’s P.O.V I could feel the rage building in me like a storm just waiting to break. Castiel’s shocked expression did little to dissipate the anger, and I choose to leave before it got the better of me.I stood up from the dining table abruptly, pushing my chair back with a sharp scrape against the floor. The anger inside me was blinding—stupid, unnecessary anger that I didn’t know how to control. But it was there, and it had to go somewhere, and I’d rather not directly it at someone who was going to help me in my endgame.Turning on my heels, I walked out of the dining room and stepped into the hallways, hoping to burn some steam in the training area.But it wasn’t long before I heard Castiel’s footsteps behind me, soft and hesitant, but they were getting closer. I didn’t stop. I needed to put some distance between us, give myself space to think—think about everything that had just happened, about what Castiel had said, about what I had told him.This sudden anger wasn’t like me
Castiel’s P.O.V The cold air inside the warehouse prickled against my skin, a harsh contrast to the stuffy warmth outside. I leaned against one of the steel support beams, trying to steady my nerves as the sound of muffled voices echoed off the concrete walls.People scurried around under Stephan’s watchful eye, moving crates, arranging tables, and setting up the stage. The faint hum of machinery buzzed in the background, blending with the clatter of footsteps and clipped orders.This place reeked of tension, of money, of power—of the kind of danger that came with men like Damien. And now, me.Stephan clipped orders to one of the staff caught my attention. “Keep the west entrance locked. I don’t care if you double the guards—triple them if you have to. I don’t want a single soul getting in or out without clearance.”I watched him as he moved, his sharp tone slicing through the air li
Castiel's P.O.VThe grand ballroom was abuzz with activity, the sound of chatter and laughter filling the air. The auction event had officially begun, and guests were streaming in, dressed to the nines in their finest attire. I stood off to the side, surveying the scene before me. Stephen was by my side, and together we were tasked with ensuring that everything ran smoothly.We made our way through the crowds, nodding and smiling at the guests as we passed. The atmosphere was lively, with everyone eager to get a glimpse of the goods that would be up for auction. I spotted a few familiar faces, famous people I’d heard about in the news, including some of the other servants and a handful of other guards. But there were also many new faces, people I had never seen before.At the back of the room, I could see the staff scurrying about, getting everything ready for the main event. The goods that would be up f
Castiel's P.O.VI frantically scanned the room, trying to catch someone's eye, anyone's eye, to give them a signal that something was terribly wrong. I tried to subtly nod towards Stephan, to warn someone that Reed had discovered Damien's games, but before I could even attempt to do so, I was pulled away from the stage and dragged out through the back door.Reed's grip on my arm was like a vice, and I stumbled as he yanked me through the empty hallway. I tried to dig my heels into the floor, to slow him down, but he was too strong. He pulled me through the door and into a different hallway, the sudden change in temperature making my head spin.I struggled to free myself, but Reed's grip only tightened. He spun me around, slamming me up against the wall. I gasped, the wind knocked out of me, and Reed's face loomed in front of mine, his eyes blazing with anger."You're a clever little
Elijah’s P.O.VThe car rolled to a stop in front of my mansion, the soft crunch of gravel under the tires fading into the cold, quiet evening. I stepped out, the crisp night air brushing against my face, and adjusted the cuffs of my jacket. The grand the mansion loomed before me, it stood like a fortress, a testament to my power, but tonight, I had something else on my mind.Aaron, my ever-loyal right-hand man, was already at my side, his tablet tucked under one arm. His face carried that usual stern professionalism, but I caught a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.“The new club in Brooklyn is exceeding expectations,” he began, walking slightly behind me as I made my way up the steps. “VIP memberships are up by 20%, and we’ve had no major incidents. The Queens location, however, saw a slight dip in—”I held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. I didn’t even glance his way, my
Castiel’s P.O.VI led Damien to his room, careful with each step as he leaned on me. He didn’t need help to get to the bed, but I insisted, wanting to make sure he was comfortable. It wasn’t just about physical care; it was about showing him that I was there for him in every way possible.Once we reached the bed, I gently helped him sit down; making sure his back was well supported by the soft pillows. He looked up at me with those piercing eyes, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away.“What do you need, Damien?” I asked, my voice low, soft. I wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but I wanted to be there for whatever he needed, even if it was something as simple as a company.“What are you offering?” He asked, his voice hoarse.“Anything.”The word slipped out without thinking, and as soon as it did, I realized just how loaded it sounded. The hint of a
Damien’s P.O.V Andrea's words hung in the air like a carefully laid trap, waiting for me to step into it. I leaned back in the chair, folding my arms across my chest, my voice sharper than intended. "What's wrong with being happy? Isn’t that a good thing?"She smiled faintly, unfazed by my defensive tone. "It is, Damien. But I wasn’t suggesting there’s anything wrong. I just wanted to share what I found." She leaned against the counter, her pen tapping lightly on the clipboard in her hand. "For the past few years, your serotonin levels have been consistently low. That usually correlates with anxiety, stress, or even depression. But now..." Her gaze softened as she gestured to the report. "These elevated levels mean you're starting to step out of the shadows of your past. And, if I had to guess, I’d say a ‘certain blonde’ has something to do with it."I blinked, my thoughts grinding to a halt. "A certain
Damien’s P.O.VThe familiar scent of leather and aged wood greeted me as I stepped into my mansion. The quiet hum of the city outside was muted here, replaced by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer. It felt good to be home, even if my body still ached with every step.Castiel and Stephan followed behind me, both noticeably tense. Castiel, in particular, hovered like a worried shadow, his eyes darting toward me every time I so much as shifted. It was endearing, if not a little annoying.“You two,” I said, turning to face them as we reached the base of the grand staircase. “Go unpack and settle in. I’ll meet you later.”Castiel frowned, his concern practically radiating off him. “Are you sure? Do you need help getting to—”“I’m not that fragile,” I interrupted with a small smile, hoping to ease his mind. “I promise, I’ll be fine. Ju
Castiel’s P.O.V The world around me faded, and all I could focus on was Damien. His lips were warm and soft, and his kiss was everything I didn’t know I needed—a quiet assurance, a tether to pull me out of my spiraling thoughts. For a brief, stolen moment, it felt like everything was right again, as though nothing else existed except him and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my palm. I didn’t even realize my hand had wandered, bracing myself on the edge of the bed. It wasn’t until I shifted slightly that my palm pressed against his injured side. Damien hissed sharply, his body tensing beneath me. The sound snapped me back to reality like a bucket of ice water. I jerked back immediately, my eyes wide with alarm. “Damien!” I exclaimed, horror twisting in my chest. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean—” Before I could even finish, Damien reached up and cupped the back of my neck, pulling me back down. His lips pressed against mine in a quick, silencing kiss, soft but firm enough to s
Castiel’s P.O.V The hallway leading to Damien’s room felt unusually long. The muffled sound of voices from other rooms faded as I approached his door. I hesitated, my hand hovering just above the doorknob. A part of me dreaded what I might find, given how things were earlier. But I steeled myself and pushed the door open.Damien was awake this time, his pale face illuminated by the soft, sterile light from the overhead lamp. Stephan sat beside him, perched on a chair, his posture rigid, like he was expecting me. As I stepped in, his eyes darted to me, and he gave a subtle shake of his head. It was quick, barely noticeable, but the message was clear: *Don’t bring it up.*I nodded slightly in response, my lips pressing into a thin line. Whatever had happened earlier—whatever made Stephan cautious—I wasn’t about to make it worse. I walked to Damien’s side, the sound of my boots against the tile floor break
Castiel's POVI finally found my voice, and I moved away from him immediately, "What are you doing?" My tone was firm, but I could feel a hint of unease beneath the surface.Elijah seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, and he took a step back, his eyes widening with surprise. The sudden movement broke the spell that had held me frozen, and I felt a surge of relief wash over me.However, Elijah's gaze never left mine, and he still had that intriguing look on his face as he asked, "You're an Alpha, aren’t you Castiel?”“Y-yes?” I looked at him in confusion, unable to comprehend where this was going.“But you have a unique scent... the scent of an omega." His words hung in the air, and I felt a sense of trepidation wash over me.I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I get that a lot," I said, keeping my vo
Castiel's P.O.VI stood at the edge of the rooftop long after Stephan’s departure, my eyes fixed on the city lights twinkling in the distance. My mind was a jumble of emotions, a tangled web of thoughts and feelings that I couldn't seem to untangle. It felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, unsure of where to go from here.The revelation about Gabriel had left me reeling. I couldn't believe that Damien had been through such a betrayal, especially from someone who he had trusted to that extent. And yet, as I thought about it, I realized that it all made sense. Damien's reserve, his hesitation to open up to me - it was all because of Gabriel.I felt a pang of sadness, a sense of loss for the man who had been hurt so deeply. Damien had never really gotten over Gabriel, I realized that now. He had never really moved on. And I wondered, with a sense of trepidation, if he ever would.&n
Castiel's P.O.VWe stepped out onto the hospital's terrace, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the stifling tension that had been building inside me. The city skyline stretched out before us, a twinkling expanse of lights that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. Stephen leaned against the railing, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. I stood beside him, my eyes fixed on his profile, waiting for him to begin."Damien and I…we go way back, before he even became the Don of the Dragon Syndicate," Stephen said finally, his voice low and hesitant. "We've known each other for a long time, Castiel. We've been through a lot together." He paused, his eyes clouding over with memories. "Damien's past is... complicated. He's been hurt, Castiel. Deeply hurt. And he's built walls around himself to protect himself from getting hurt again.""What happened to him?" I asked, my voice barely a