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
Castiel's P.O.VThe alarm blared out in all the rooms and hallways, its piercing siren echoing off the walls. Reed's face turned red with rage, and he cursed at me, his voice low and menacing. "You fool!" he spat. "You've just ruined your only chance at survival. You'll pay for this, Castiel. Oh, how you'll pay."I stood tall, my eyes locked on Reed's. "If you really wanted me to survive, you wouldn't have tried to kill me along with Damien in the first place," I told him. “You never wanted me to survive in the first place. You just wanted to use me to get to Damien.”Reed's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in anger. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he sneered. "But you're not. You're just a pawn in a much larger game."I shook my head, my eyes never leaving Reed's. "I'm not a pawn," I said. "I'm a player. And I'm not going to let you win without a fight."&nbs
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